Ode 5. The Irmos.

Of the Angels. Same Irmos.

Now I shall arise, said God in prophecy, now I shall be glorified, now I shall be exalted by assuming from the Virgin the one that fell and lifting him up towards the wondrous light of my Godhead.

Ah, how guilty, I am now about to take my stand before you, Judge of all and God, and to be convicted for all the dreadful deeds by which, in folly, I have willingly offended, and made myself utterly unprofitable.

Save me, Lord, for I have been filled with many evils; Master, heal my sins and my dread sores, and do not let me perish who have much offended you alone, my Jesu.

Of the Martyrs.

A blessed end have the Athletes clearly found; they have obtained glory, having with their own limbs glorified Christ, the judge of the contest, by bravely choosing to engage with torments and with tortures.

Godly Athletes, full of all praise you inherit heavenly bliss, a garland that does not wither, light that knows no evening, a dwelling that does not grow old at all, not built with hands, O all-praised Martyrs of Christ.

Prophetic voices spoke of your wonders, O Immaculate, calling you Mountain, and Gate and Shining Lamp, from which the truly wondrous light, O Pure One, is a beacon fire for the whole world.

Trembling the Cherubim and Seraphim, Thrones, Archangels, Dominations, Principalities and Powers with Angels glorify the honour of the one and triple Godhead.

Angels radiant with forms of light appeared, O Christ, proclaiming your Resurrection to the holy women and shaking the mind of your foes with the blaze of your Godhead.

Now wall your Church about with ramparts of Archangels, your Church which glorifies with voices of orthodoxy you the One born ineffably of a Virgin and who delivered mortals from corruption.