Ode 5. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. A different Irmos.

Cross-Theotokion.

Make the radiant, eternal light dawn for us, who rise at dawn for the precepts of your commandments, O Master who love mankind, Christ our God.

Lifted up on the Cross in the flesh, you called the nations who did not know you to knowledge of you, Judge of all things, alone compassionate, Christ our God.

Since you stood before the unjust judgement seat, just Lord, Adam, who was once condemned, has been justified and cries: Glory to your Crucifixion, long-suffering Lord.

Of the Martyrs.

As a Paradise planted by God you appeared, O Martyrs, having gained precious sufferings as sweet-scented flowers, with which every soul of believers is made fragrant.

We sing the praise of the Martyrs, the flourishing and fruitful trees of the faith, flowering with immortal fruit, tearing up the roots of wickedness.

When the precious rod that blossomed with a branch that never fades, saw him lifted up on the Tree, she cried out: Master, do not leave me childless.

May we find you, Ever-Virgin, as a mighty assistance in trials and afflictions, and a ready help in dread sins.

The ranks of Angels ever sing your praise, Mother of God, as the one who beyond nature bore the Creator of all things yet remained a Virgin.

With the spring of your healings and the streams of your wonders wash away for me the defilement caused by sin.

Conceiving in your womb, pure Mother of God, the expiation of our souls, you have given birth to salvation for those with boundless faith glorify you.