Ode 5. The Irmos.

‘When Isaias in a figure saw God on an exalted throne, escorted by Angels of glory, ‘Woe is me!’ he cried, for I have seen beforehand God in a body, Lord of the light that knows no evening and Lord of peace.’’

When the godly Elder saw the Word held in the hands of his Mother, he understood that this was the glory revealed of old to the Prophet. He cried out, ‘Rejoice, holy Lady, for, like a throne, you hold God, Lord of the light that knows no evening and Lord of peace’.

The Elder, bending down and reverently touching the footprints of God’s Mother, who did not know wedlock, said, ‘Pure Virgin you carry fire. I tremble to take God as a infant in my arms, Lord of the light that knows no evening and Lord of peace.’

‘Isaias was cleansed when he received the coal from the Seraphim’, cried the Elder to God’s Mother, ‘You, with your hands as with tongs, make me resplendent as you give me the one you carry, Lord of the light that knows no evening and Lord of peace.’