Ode 8. The Irmos.

Daniel, stretching out his hands, shut up the mouths of lions in the den, while the Youths, lovers of piety and clothed in virtue, quenched the power of fire, as they cried: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord!

In beauty you rose from the tomb, Lord, adorned in the glory of your Godhead, and appeared to your Apostles, promising to send the force of the Spirit to them as they cried: All you works, praise the Lord!

Having slain Hell as God, supreme source of life, you became for all a source of eternal life, which the graces of these brilliant days now most clearly resemble for those who cry: All you works, praise the Lord!

Showing your rays, O Christ, as sun of justice, you sent out your Apostles to the world, bearing you, the light ineffable, dispelling the fog of ignorance and crying: All you works, praise the Lord!

See now a ruler, a leader has now clearly failed from the tribe of Juda; for you, all-spotless one, have given birth to the things stored up for him, the expectation of the nations, Christ, to whom we sing: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord!