Ode 4. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. A different Irmos.

Cross-Theotokion.

Lord, I heard your report, and was afraid. I considered your works, said the Prophet, and I glorified you, Lover of mankind.

As a just lawgiver you were reckoned with lawless men, hanged upon a Tree, Lord and Benefactor, wishing to justify all.

The angelic Powers were amazed when they saw you lifted upon a Cross, routing with power, O Sun, the principalities of darkness.

Of the Martyrs.

The Martyrs, having drawn gifts of healings from the gifts of the Spirit, by grace put an end to the soul-destroying passions of all.

The Champions, having rejected the slumber of indifference with the watchfulness of divine faith, put to sleep the assaults of wild beasts and competed rejoicing.

Alas, my Child, how is it that I see you hanged upon the Tree, and being unjustly put to death, you who grant life? said the Virgin weeping.

All we believers, pure Virgin, have gained your intercession as a mercy seat that cannot be put to shame.

Ineffably conceiving God the Word in your womb, you give birth to the Saviour of our race.

Having your protection, O Virgin, as an invincible wall, we are rescued from invisible foes.