Ode 4. Irmos.

‘Christ is my power, my God and Lord, the holy Church sings in a manner fitting God, as she cries aloud from a pure mind, keeping festival in the Lord.’

The Tree of true life has flowered, O Christ, for the Cross was fixed in earth and watered with the Blood and Water from your most pure side, put forth life for us.

No longer does the serpent lyingly suggest deification to me; for Christ, the divine creator of human nature, has now opened up for me without hindrance the path of life.

How truly beyond speech and understanding, ever-virgin Mother of God, are the mysteries of your child-bearing fitting God, for those on earth and those of heaven.

Of the Assumption. I have heard, Lord, the report.

You were taken up in glory, King of the Angels, to send us the Comforter from the Father. And so we cry out: Glory, O Christ, to your Assumption

As the Saviour had ascended to the Father with his flesh, the hosts of Angels were struck with amazement, and cried out: Glory, O Christ, to your Assumption.

The angelic Powers cried out to those above: Lift up the gates for Christ, our King; whom we hymn, together with the Father and the Spirit.

The Virgin gave birth, and did not know a mother’s pangs; but she is Mother, yet remained Virgin; as we hymn her we cry: Hail, Mother of God.

Of the Fathers. Christ is my power.

rom the Church the ill-famed Arius, who corrupted the orthodox Faith with his senseless mind, has been exiled as a rotten limb by the votes of the Fathers.

n your behalf, O Master, the choir of Fathers struggled and grievously wounded your enemies; and they glorified you as sharing the same nature as the Father and the Spirit.

eally God and man, you have become the Mediator between God and men; therefore, O Christ, the Inspired Fathers, acknowledging you the Son to be one, proclaimed you to exist in two natures.

ampling a plant showed me to be a corpse; for the tree of life which appeared from you, All-pure one, raised me and established me as heir to the delight of Paradise.

‘Monarch of monarchs, Alone from the Alone,

Word who came forth from the Father without cause,

As Benefactor you have unerringly sent out

Your Spirit, equal in strength, to the Apostles,

As they sing: Glory to your might, O Lord.’