Ode 9. God the Word from God.

The error of idols whose wood had overgrown of old the hearts of mortals, you burned up, O Christ, with the fire of the faith, when you assembled choirs Martyrs of true religion, who in hymns ceaselessly magnify you.

The Martyrs abandoning transient glory and unstable wealth on earth, O Christ, having found you, the radiance of the glory, the wealth that cannot be taken away, have become heirs of eternal good things in heaven.

As at evening human nature was of old bent down beneath yokes of error, when you gave birth, pure Virgin, beyond nature to the Master of all things, who clearly sends forth the Martyrs as his heralds upon earth.

Virgin, Bride and Mother, accept too the ranks of the Saints who entreat your Son, O only hope of believers; and grant peace to the world, victories to our Christ-loving Sovereign, and salvation to us who sing your praise.

The Word of God from God, who came by ineffable wisdom to renew Adam, by eating dreadfully fallen in corruption, and who was inexpressibly incarnate from a holy Virgin for our sake, we faithful magnify with one accord.