Ode 6. Irmos.

Of the Bodiless Powers. Same Irmos.

The deepest abyss has surrounded us, there is none to deliver. We have been counted as sheep for the slaughter. Save your people, O God, for you are the strength and restoration of the weak.

As you a physician, O Christ, heal the passions of my heart, and wash me clean of every stain, my Jesu, with streams of compunction, that I may hymn and magnify your compassion.

I have gone astray in ways of destruction and fallen into miry pits of offences; turn me back, O Christ, and bring me to the unerring paths of your statutes, that I may glorify you.

Of the Martyrs.

The truly most precious stones, when buried under stones did not deny the Rock of life, nor did they sacrifice to carved stones, the far-famed and crown-bearing Martyrs of the Lord.

Cultivating their souls with the plough of faith, the Martyrs made the ear of corm of the struggle flower a hundredfold, and were found worthy of blessed delight.

All-pure Virgin, as you bore the fire of the fiery ministers you appeared all-blameless and first above all creation, blessed among women, and graced by God.

The ranks of the Bodiless Powers, Lord, as they stand beside the throne of your glory, honour you with unceasing angelic voices, for you, O Christ, are their strength and their song.

The Angels who see your face are made resplendent with the inconceivable beauty, the supreme glory of your divine splendour, for you are their light and their joy.

The Word, who as all powerful made the universe by his will, who brought the armies of the Bodiless Powers into being from nothing, who before was without flesh, was incarnate from you, O all-pure.