Ode 3. Irmos.

‘O Mother of God, as a living and abundant fount, establish those united in spiritual fellowship who sing hymns of praise to you, and in your divine glory grant them crowns of glory.’

Exult, thirsty desert, the whole nature of mortals, see, the water of life appears, which irrigates you most productively with grace: Christ, the refashioning of all.

For to seek me, who have gone astray by my own will, O Christ, you are approaching the waters; by being plunged in them you drown my faults, and bring me up out of the deep of every wickedness, as you are compassionate.

Going to see you stripped naked, O Word, the sun hides its rays; for you are coming to clothe me, stripped naked by the deception of the serpent, in a garment of salvation through your Baptism.

‘None is holy as the Lord, and none is righteous as our God; whom all creation hymns: None is holy but you, O Lord, the Lover of mankind.

Kathisma of the Prophet.

Tone 8.

**Of the Martyr.

Same melody.**

**Of the Forefeast.

Same Tone.**

The prophetic choir, proclaiming in advance, rejoices at the Baptism of Christ, which pours forth life. Isaias cries out: Draw cleansing water! The Forefather of God writes how the sea flees before the face of God, who in his good pleasure saves the human race.