Ode 5.

At your divine prompting, Archangel, he raised a house for prayer when he saw the cure of the child by the water which teemed with grace, he who before had blasphemed your gifts.

You appeared at the head of the Israel of old, at the commands of the One who appeared to mortals from Jacob in the solidity of a body, O bodiless Michael, Chief Captain of the Angels.

Deified by immaterial splendours through divine participation, you give to us also the illuminating radiance, O First of Angels, as you wondrously work marvels.

You godlike church has been made lovely by grace; for as you visit it you reveal it be an ocean of healings and a remedy against passions, Michael First of Angels.

God declared you to be higher than the spiritual Angels, O Immaculate, when he came down into your all-blameless womb. Ever implore him to take pity on those who sing your praise.

Knowing beforehand the marvels that you were to accomplish in your shrine, O First of Angels, the heralds of the Word proclaimed it beforehand to all. We see clearly their fulfilment.

Approach, draw grace and mercy together! The inexhaustible source of healings lies open for all; the source which the Chief Captain revealed to us by divine intimations.

Sight is given to the blind, hearing to the deaf, ease of movement to all the lame, speech to the dumb in your godly house, Michael First of Angels, provider of blessings.

Crush the insolence of the barbarians who seek to wipe out your flock, Chief Captain; deliver those who have been taken prisoner by them, that they may ever praise you with us.

You surpass the angelic Powers and you gave birth to the God and king of all. With them, all-holy Lady, implore him to save us all.