Ode 4. The Irmos.

‘Your virtue, O Christ, covered the heavens, for coming forth from the Ark of your Sanctification, your undefiled Mother, you appeared in the temple of your glory as an infant carried in her arms, and the universe was filled with your praise.’

‘Symeon, initiate of ineffable mysteries’, cried the Mother of God, ‘Take into your arms with joy the One of whom you were told by the Holy Spirit of old, Christ the Word, become an infant, and cry out to him, ‘The universe has been filled with your praise.’’

‘Symeon, receive with joy an infant in age, the Consolation of the Israel of God, for whom you hoped, Christ, the Maker and Master of the Law, as he fulfils the order of the Law, and cry out to him, ‘The universe has been filled with your praise’’.

As Symeon watched the Word incarnate, who is without beginning, riding on the Virgin, as on the throne of the Cherubim, him the cause of the existence of all things, as a babe, in amazement he cried out to him, ‘The universe has been filled with your praise.’