Ode 6. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. A different Irmos.

Cross-Theotokion

You saved the prophet from the whale, Lover of mankind; bring me up too, I beg, from the deep of offences.

You, who are beyond all price, endured dishonour, nailed to the Cross, wishing to give mortals value.

When you were struck with a reed, Christ our God, you signed forgiveness for me, enslaved to the deceiver.

Of the Martyrs.

Through the struggle of your toils, O Saints, you passed over to rest without toil, counted worthy of ineffable joy.

You were on fire with the burning coals of the love of Christ; therefore, when you experienced the fire, you remained worthy.

After childbirth, O All-blameless, you remained as before childbirth; for you bore God who saved mankind by a Tree.

Heal the painful fractures of my passions with the bandage that is your intercession, Sovereign Lady, and grant me strength.

I was wholly conceived with many offences, and robbed in mind by many sins. As I flee to your protection, save me.

With unwavering faith we all implore you, All-pure Virgin, to grant us release from our failings, as you are a Mother.

As you were revealed as the chariot of the spiritual Sun, illuminate those who sleep in the night of ignorance.