Ode 6. Irmos.

I will sacrifice to you, Lord, with a voice of praise, your Church cries out to you, purified from the filth of demons by the blood which flows through pity from your side.

The mid-point of Pentecost is here to-day, brilliant from the one side in the brightness of the divine Pascha, and shining from the other with grace of the Comforter.

As you stood in the Temple, O Christ, you spoke with the Jewish people, revealing your own glory, and showing forth your identity of nature with the Father.

Be my protection and an unshakeable wall, delivering me from the world’s stumbling blocks, only Mother of God, and making me shine with the light that floods from God.