Ode 1. Tone 2. Irmos.

“Come, you peoples, let us sing a song to Christ God, who parted the sea and guided the people that he had brought up from the slavery of the Egyptians, for he has been glorified.”

Of the Martyrs.

O Word made flesh, who came, as you said, not to call the just, but sinners to repentance, accept me, who have sinned greatly, and save me.

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

I alone have been enslaved to sin; I alone have opened a door to the passions. O you, who alone long to be reconciled, turn me back and save me in your compassion.

The Champions, Lord, stand before your judgement seat wearing crowns of victory, having conquered the insolent threats of the boaster and gained the wealth of immortality.

As they pour out for us a stream of healings, the champion Martyrs, dry up, by the power of the divine Spirit, the passions that flood from our flesh.

O Maiden, alone graced by God, you bore the source of dispassion, heal me, wounded by passions, and snatch me from eternal fire.

I sing the praise of the choir of Angels.

You revealed the bodiless Choirs, O Christ, to be God-bearing coals, set aflame by the splendour of your Essence, and who glorify you as all-powerful.

Having obtained and been granted the power of incorruption and the glory of immortality, O Christ, the Angels are enlightened by their nearness to you.

The Angels, O Christ, appeared as lamp-bearers, revealing the immaterial purity that is theirs by nature, imaging it perceptibly through symbols.

The ranks of Angels, honoured Virgin, serve with rejoicing your birth-giving that is above nature; for you gave birth to their God and Lord.