Ode 7.

In the Persian furnace the Children of Abraham, fired by love for true religion rather than by the flame, cried out, ‘Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory.’

The flame of the furnace once became moist like dew; but now from oil a spiritual anointing makes holy those who cry, ‘Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory!’

As in a furnace, in this new tabernacle, which receives God, let us the faithful of the spiritual Israel, fresh with dew, all cry out, ‘Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory!’

Wounded by the sweetest divine love, come, let us be joined with Christ in this royal bridal chamber, as we cry out, ‘Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory!’

Hail, hallowed, divine tabernacle of the Most High, for through you, Mother of God, joy has been given to all who cry, ‘Blessed are you among women, All-blameless Lady!’