Ode 9. Irmos.

On mount Sinai Moses saw you in the bush, who conceived unburned the fire of the Godhead in your womb; while Daniel saw you, an unhewn mountain, Isaias cried out that you budded forth the rod from David’s root.

Jacob took the birthright once through self-mastery, and Esau, who did not master his belly, surrendered his precedence; how wicked is indulgence, how great self-mastery; flee the imitation of wickedness, my soul, love the acquiring of goodness.

Because Job the blameless endured many things he was crowned, for though floods of trials raged round him they did not shake the tower of his heart; always rival him, my soul and stay unwounded by the devices of the evil one.

Of the Martyrs.

Hardened like steel by the fire of the divine Spirit, you clearly appeared as swords cutting down hostile regiments, O Champions of Christ, and great renowned for your victories, you were crowned by the all-powerful hand of the Sovereign of all.

Blameless multitude of the Martyrs, implore the Master and God, who accepted your limitless toils and numbered you with the armies of the Bodiless Powers, to wipe out the multitude of my wickednesses.

Light-filled palace of the Master, make me a house of light; gate through which none may pass, open to me the roads of repentance; holy Land, guide me to the land of the meek, show me to be free of all the power of the passions.