Ode 7. The Irmos,
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
The Children of Abraham in the Persian furnace, ablaze not with the flame but with love for true religion, cried aloud: Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory.
Saviour, by strength you destroyed the power of death and made known the path of life to mortals, who cry aloud: Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory.
When they saw you bearing flesh the Hebrew people did not acknowledge you, O Word of God; but we sing to you: Blessed are you, Lord, in the temple of your glory.
Hallowed, divine dwelling of the Most High, hail! For through you, Mother of God, joy has been given to those who cry aloud: Blessed are you among women, all-spotless Lady.
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.