Ode 1. Tone 1. Irmos.

Another Canon, of the Mother of God. Same Irmos.

To God who helped Moses in Egypt, and through him drowned Pharao and all his host, let us sing a song of victory; for he has been glorified.

Cross-Theotokion.

You accepted to suffer for us, O Word, who by nature cannot suffer, and crucified with thieves you put to death the enemy, source of evil, and saved those who sing your praise.

Dawn of dawns, you came, Jesu, to the sunset of our rejected nature. When the sun saw you hanging there it withdrew its light.

Of the Martyrs.

Having changed death into a source of everlasting life, O Athletes, you were counted worthy of the kingdom of heaven; therefore you are glorified and called blessed.

Having imitated the sufferings of Christ, you heal by mystic surgery the passions of mortals and you drive out the spirits with a word, holy Martyrs.

As the Ewe-lamb watched Christ hanged up like a lamb, she lamented and cried out: How has your beauty faded away, O long-suffering one, my Son, who are before all eternity?

Storm-tossed on the ocean of troubles and by the tempest of the passions, I call upon your calm, immaculate, holy Lady. Save me, for you are a haven of the faithful.

Made pure in soul beforehand by the light of the divine Spirit, you received in your womb the whole brightness of the Father; therefore free me from gloom of error.

We magnify you, the heavenly tabernacle and holy ark, in which Christ his own house and revealed you as a mercy seat for our salvation.

You are a safe refuge, wall, protection, harbour and mighty guardian of the race of mortals in life’s troubles, all-praised Mother of God.