Ode 1. Tone 1. Irmos.

Irmos. Your triumphant right hand.

Your triumphant right hand, in a manner fitting God, has been glorified in strength, O Immortal; for in its infinite strength it broke in pieces the enemy, and made a strange new way for the Israelites in the deep.

In accordance with the multitude of your mercy, O Christ, wash away, I beg, the multitude of my sins, and grant me the thought of turning back, that I may glorify your goodness beyond understanding.

O Word of God, you appeared on earth through your compassionate pity as a man in a body. Therefore accept me, who have sinned above all men, as I now fall down before you in repentance.

Of the Martyrs.

Revered Martyrs, imitating the slaughter of Christ, who willingly suffered death, you endured sufferings of many kinds and death itself. Therefore you have found immortal life.

Visibly carrying within you the fire of divine love, you did not quail at fire, O Martyrs, but with the fervent free offerings of your pains, you burned up all the firewood of the cult of many gods.

Drawn up with us, ranks of Bodiless Powers sing your praise, Virgin all-praised. For you bore in your womb the uncircumscribed in a body, remaining Virgin, as before childbirth, O Bride of God.

Another Canon, of the Bodiless Powers, of which the acrostic is:

First hymn of Theophanes for the Angels. ****

As you stand in splendour by the Master’s throne, all-holy Angels, implore the One who with his Father is without beginning and the Angel of his great counsel to inspire my word as I sing your praise.

The divine Mind, first taking thought, established the ranks of the Angels as mirrors that reflect the light whose source is God and all the radiance of the lamp with triple sun, as far as in them lies.

He, who as God set in fair order the regiments of the Powers on high, dwelt in your womb that did not know wedlock, O Mother of God, and is higher than the Seraphim, and without change he became flesh.