Ode 7. Irmos.

‘An Angel made the furnace moist with dew for the holy Youths; while God’s command, burning up the Chaldeans, persuaded the tyrant to cry out, Blessed are you, God of our Fathers.’

Lamenting at your passion, the sun wrapped itself in gloom, and in broad day over the whole land, Master, the light grew dark as it cried out, Blessed are you, God of our Fathers.

At your descent, O Christ, the nether regions clothed themselves in light; while the Forefather, filled with joy of heart, appeared dancing and leaping as he cried out, Blessed are you, God of our Fathers.

Through you, Virgin Mother, a shining light has dawned for the whole inhabited world; for you gave birth to God, the creator of all things; ask him, O all-pure, that to us the faithful may be sent down his great mercy.

Of the Assumption. You saved the Youths.

You were taken up on a cloud of light and saved the world; blessed are you the God of our fathers.

Raising on your shoulders the nature which had been led astray, O Christ, you were taken up and brought it to God the Father.

You ascended in the flesh to the bodiless Father; blessed are you the God of our fathers.

You were born of a Virgin, whom you made Mother of God; blessed are you the God of our fathers.

Of the Fathers. An Angel made the furnace.

ou defeated Arius, whose surname is Frenzy, who raved and spoke the grossest impieties of God; for he refused to cry out to the Son: Blessed are you, the God of our fathers.

inspired ones, imitating the son of thunder, with your fiery mouths you teach all to cry to the Word without beginning like the Father and equal in majesty: Blessed are you, the God of our fathers.

lying as though on wings you came, blessed of God, to help the Word; for the Holy Spirit gathered you from the ends of the world to cry out: Blessed are you, the God of our fathers.

refiguring your giving birth, the furnace did not burn the three youths; for the divine fire without burning you dwelt in you, and enlightened all to cry: Blessed are you who bore God in the flesh.

‘Harmonious melody of instruments decreed

Reverence to the lifeless idol wrought of gold.

But the Comforter’s life-bearing grace

Inspires with reverence to cry: Only Trinity,

Equal in strength, without beginning, blessed are you.’