Ode 8. Irmos. God the Word.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
The champions overthrew the intolerable folly of raving tyrants as they loudly sang: Bless the Lord, works of the Lord.
Come to your senses, deceivers, and recognise the true Lord, the glorious Champions cried out: Bless the Lord, works of the Lord.
Christ’s Champions in now way thinking with idle sophistry, but filled with the divine Spirit, cried out: Bless the Lord, you works of the Lord.
The feet of the martyrs have been made beautiful by faith as they preach the gospel of the Nature in three Persons: Bless the Lord, works of the Lord.
God the Word, who framed the universe with ineffable wisdom and from non-existence brought it into being, you his works praise as Lord, and highly exalt to all the ages.
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.