Ode 7. Irmos. The Youths from Judea.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
A rational heaven declared you to all as the Redeemer of the universe, thundering out in the world that you were God incarnate, and urging all to cry: God of our Fathers, blessed are you!
Like a lyre made by God, tuned to the word of the Almighty and divinely struck by the Holy Spirit, with the nations you chanted: God of our Fathers, blessed are you!
The seed of your words, cast spiritually into the souls of men, multiplied the fruit of true religion, Apostle, and they shouted and sang: God of our Fathers, blessed are you!
Incarnate from a virgin womb, you appeared for our salvation; and so, acknowledging with right belief your Mother to be Mother of God, we cry aloud: God of our Fathers, blessed are you!
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.