Ode 7. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. A different Irmos.

Cross-Theotokion.

The furnace, Saviour, was moist with dew, while the Young Men sang: Blessed is the God of our Fathers.

When you were crucified you shook creation, when you were slain you slew the serpent. Blessed is the God of our Fathers.

The Long-suffering is given gall to drink, becoming for me a source of saving sweetness, who by the pleasure of food was deprived of the delight of Paradise.

Of the Martyrs.

The Martyrs, when torn with hooks, put off the suffering of dying and gained a divine robe from God.

Victorious Martyrs imitating by your sufferings the pure Suffering, easily endured the torments of their foes.

The blameless Mother of God, seeing the Lord crucified, said: Alas, my Son, how are you, the life and hope of the faithful, dying?

Knowing you to a helper in trials and safety in dangers, Sovereign Lady, with faith we cry, ‘Blessed, O All-pure, is the fruit of your womb’.

As you gave birth to the Giver of life, O Mother of God, raise me up, who have been slain by grievous sins, as I cry out, ‘Blessed are you, God of our fathers’.

Coming forth from you, God redeemed nature from the curse and cured all its pains. Blessed, All-pure, is the fruit of your womb.

Hail, joy of believers, and release from grief. Hail, mercy-seat of all who cry in faith, ‘Blessed are you, immaculate, all-praised Mother of God’.