Ode 8. Irmos.

Stretching out his hands Daniel closed the jaws of the lions in the den; while the Youths, lovers of true religion, girded with virtue, quenched the power of the fire as they cried, ‘Bless the Lord, all you works of the Lord.’

Today, Lord, your Church has been clothed like a bride in a spiritual robe, woven from on high from divine grace, and to rejoicing summons her own peoples to sing, ‘All you works praise the Lord!’

Today Christ, the second Adam, has revealed a spiritual Paradise, this new tabernacle which rather than the tree of knowledge contains the life-bearing weapon of the Cross for those who sing, ‘Bless the Lord, all you works of the Lord.’

Of the Trinity.

We bless the Lord, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

As we honour you, Son from the Father who has no beginning, and the Holy Spirit, one Godhead, perfect, without beginning, indivisible, consubstantial, unconfused in three Persons, we sing, ‘Bless the Lord, all you works of the Lord.’

You alone in all generations, O Virgin, have been shown to be Mother of God. You became, all-spotless one, the dwelling of the Godhead, unconsumed by the fire of the unapproachable light; therefore we all bless you, Mary, Bride of God.