Ode 4. Christ is my power.

anifesting the proof of your great wisdom and of your lavish goodness over gifts, O Master, you have numbered the choirs of Martyrs with the Angels.

ou grant that he/she who has passed over may obtain your ineffable glory, O Christ, where those who rejoice have their dwelling, and where there is a sound of pure gladness.

eize for yourself one who sing the praise your divine might, whom you have taken from earth, making him/her a child of light and purging away sin’s gloom, O All-merciful.

mmaculate vessel, all-spotless Temple, all-holy Ark, virginal Place of sanctification, beauty of Jacob; it is you the Master has chosen.

Ode 5. With your divine radiance, O Good One.

alted is God, to whom the Martyrs were offered as a sacred holocaust and as firstfruits of nature, and they ever award us salvation.

o your faithful servant, who has fallen asleep before us, O Lord, grant a dwelling in heaven and a share of your gifts, giving him/her redemption of offences.

old worthy of your Kingdom him/her who has died, O Merciful and alone immortal, alone by nature the Giver of life, the truly unfathomable sea of goodness.

trength and song and salvation for the lost he has become, the One born from you, Sovereign Lady of the world, delivering from the gates of Hell those who faithfully call you blessed.