Ode 4. Irmos.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
When she saw you, the Sun of justice, lifted up on the Cross, the Church stood in her rank, and fittingly cried out: Glory to your power, O Lord.
When you broke open the gates of death by your power you made known the ways of life, and opened the gates of immortality to those who cry in faith: Glory to your power, O Lord.
You hold the mid-point of all things and their end, and as you are without beginning you hold their beginning in your grasp. You stood in the midst and cried out: Come, all who think godly thoughts and enjoy his gifts!
As God, O Christ, you have authority over all, as powerful you destroyed the might of death, and you promised to send the Holy Spirit, who proceeds from the Father.
Mother who knew not wedlock, richly you pour out grace on those who hymn you and the eternal Word who was born of you, as you ask for them forgiveness of offences, O Immaculate.
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.