Ode 4. The Irmos.

Of the Angels. Same Irmos.

The One who is seated in glory on the throne of the Godhead, Jesus, the One above all godhead, has come on a light cloud and with his unsullied palm has saved those who cry: Glory, O Christ, to your power!

As before a most just Judge I fall down before you, Lord; take pity on me, condemned and sentenced; deliver me from your just verdict, and grant me the place of the elect.

O Christ, Lover of mankind, heal one who has fallen among cruel thieves and lies wounded, pouring on me the wine and oil of repentance and clothing me with a garment of salvation.

Of the Martyrs.

By putting off the body, all-praised Martyrs, you put on a garment of salvation from on high, and you stripped naked the one who unclothed the Ancestors, making him a lifeless corpse.

Martyrs, adorned with the knowledge of true religion, you preached the Word of God before the lawless and so shamed the wise and clever in their impiety and put the adversary to death.

Jesus, the abyss of wisdom, came down upon you as a shower, for he had found you as alone pure, O Virgin Mother of God, and he burned up the torrents of sin by divine grace.

By unimaginable power, O Word of God beyond being, you brought the heavenly Minds out of non-being, and made them beautiful with your ineffable glory, as they cry: Glory, O Christ, to your power!

The Powers of things above controlled by the reins of the Spirit and aflame with his divine rays, have received as their portion the unchanging ranks as they reverence the one Beginning of all things and the one Godhead.

Your ministering Radiances, counted worthy to contemplate the fair beauty of your face, and receiving reflections from it, cry to you: Glory, O Christ, to your power!

The Queen and Virgin, lovely in a golden robe, now stands beside her Son and King, beyond compare more excellent than the Angels who cry: Glory, O Christ, to your power!