Ode 4. Irmos.

The One seated in glory on the throne of the Godhead, [15] Jesus, the One above all godhead, has come on a light cloud [16] and with his unsullied hand has saved those who cry: ‘Glory, O Christ, to your power!’

With voices of song in faith we cry aloud to you, O Virgin worthy of all praise, ‘Hail, rich mountain, curdled by the Spirit! [17] Hail, Lampstand [18] and Vessel bearing the Manna [19] that sweetens the senses of the godly!’

Mercy‑seat [20] of the world, hail, Lady undefiled! Hail, Ladder raising all from earth by grace! [21] Hail, Bridge that has truly brought over from death to life all those who sing your praises .

Hail, Immaculate, higher than the heavens, who without birth-­pangs carried in your womb the Foundation of the earth! Hail, sea‑shell that from your blood dyed a robe of divine purple for the king of Powers.

Hail, Sovereign Lady, who in truth gave birth to the Lawgiver who freely washes clean the transgressions of all! Depth unsearchable, who did not know wedlock, height above all speech, through whom we have been made divine.

You wove for the world a crown not woven by human hand, and we sing your praises, as we cry aloud, ‘Hail to you, Virgin, the guardian of all, fortress and stronghold and sacred refuge!’