Ode 3. Irmos.

Of the Bodiless Powers. The same Irmos.

You alone know the weakness of mortals and in compassion took its form; gird me with power from on high, to cry to you: Holy the living temple of your ineffable glory, O lover of mankind!

Come to your senses, my soul, and cry out to your Creator, who knows your every secret, and show the fruits of repentance, that he, the compassionate Lord, may have mercy on you and rescue you from everlasting fire.

Be merciful, only loving Lord, be merciful and save me, as like the Publican I cry out to you in fear, impeded by a swarm of faults, weighed down by the weight of my falls and filled with measureless shame.

Of the Martyrs.

Filled with wisdom and true knowledge, the Martyrs showed the folly of Greek wisdom, destroyed the skilled teacher of wickedness and, having valiantly competed, fittingly received with joy the crowns of victory.

By confessing a Unity in nature, but a Trinity in persons, brave Athletes, inspired by faith, you banished the error of the cult of many gods and appeared like beacons, flooding with rays of grace the hearts of all.

Holy, pure Bride of God, in holiness you bore the Son and Word, who rests among the Holy Ones, like the Father without beginning, and who makes holy in the Holy Spirit those who devoutly call him holy.

The Seraphim, drawing near immediately to the deifying Light, and wholly filled by it, are radiant with the primal brilliance that is first bestowed, and as second lights by their position they are made divine.

Aiming to hymn with zeal the Angels‘ radiance, let us believers, with purity of mind and unpolluted mouths, through them ask for help from God, and may we attain their brilliance.

Found worthy as is right to see the Mind beyond all being, Gabriel brought to you, Virgin all-blameless, a message full of the joy, openly declaring to you the Word‘s conception, and proclaiming your ineffable giving birth. ****