Ode 4. Seeing you, the Sun of justice.

As you, O Saviour, are an incorruptible ointment, emptied out by grace and purifying the world, have pity, have mercy on those who anoint the bruises of the flesh with divine faith.

Master, by now sealing with the gladness of the seal of your mercy your servants’ senses, make them impenetrable, unapproachable to the entry of every hostile power.

Lover of mankind, you bid the sick to summon your sacred ministers and to be saved by their entreaty and anointing with your Oil; in your mercy save your ailing servants.

All-holy, ever-Virgin, Mother of God, my firm shelter and guard, harbour and wall, ladder and tower, have mercy, have pity; for to you alone have I fled for refuge.