Ode 5. Irmos.

O Christ God, make your light that knows no evening shine on my lowly soul, and guide me to fear of you; because your commands are light.

Do not place me before your judgement seat naked of good deeds, O Lover of mankind; but clothe me with robes of godly actions through repentance.

I have been wounded by the sword of the passions and have fallen into the pit of despair; do not reject me, but heal me, Master, with the medicine of turning back.

Of the Martyrs.

Raked terribly with iron claws, struck with swords and wasted by scourges, brave Athletes, you did not bow the knee to carved idols.

The world is adorned by your sufferings, holy Martyrs; you have found a life with the Angels beyond the world.

You alone through a word gave birth to the Word upon earth and remained virgin; deliver me from irrational deeds that I may hymn with words of honour.