Ode 7. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

He who delivered the Children from the furnace, becoming man suffers as a mortal, and through suffering he clothes the mortal with the glory of incorruption: the only blessed and most glorious God of our fathers.

Of the Blind Man. The Irmos.

The holy women hastened after you with sweet spices. Whom they sought with tears as a mortal, they worshipped with joy as the living God, and they proclaimed the mystic Passover, O Christ, to your disciples.

We feast death’s slaughter, the overthrow of Hell, the first fruits of a new eternal life: and dancing we hymn the cause: the only blessed and most glorious God of our fathers.

How truly holy and all-festive is this saving night, how full of light, herald of the bright day of the resurrection, in which the timeless Light shone bodily for all from the tomb.

aving slain death, your Son, O all-pure one, has to-day given to all life that endures to ages of ages: the only blessed and highly exalted God of our fathers.

He who reigns over all creation becoming man dwelt in your womb, O full of God’s grace, and having endured the Cross and death he has risen as God and raised us with himself, for he is all powerful.

When you were hung upon the Tree, O Saviour, the sun was quenched, the earth heaved, all creation was shaken, and the dead were raised from the graves.

When you rose from the dead, O King, the souls which slept there were raised with you and glorified your sovereign power, through which the bonds of death were loosed.

At dawn a choir of women came to anoint you, but learning that you had risen, Lord, they rejoiced with the sacred Disciples; through whom grant us redemption from evils.

You anointed with clay the eyes of the man born Blind and you ordered him to go to Siloam: having washed he gained his sight as he hymned you, O Christ, King of all.

Let us hymn the Father without beginning, the Son likewise without beginning and the all-holy Spirit: Holy, Holy, Holy, are you, O God, King of all.

After child-birth you were seen to be a virgin, O Pure one; for you gave birth, O Immaculate, to God who made natures new by his power; ever implore him that we may be saved.

You saved the young men in the fiery furnace: blessed are you the God of our fathers.