Ode 8. The Irmos.

Of the Angels. Same Irmos.

Almighty Redeemer of the universe, in your condescension you bedewed the devout Youths in the midst of the flame, and taught them to sing: All you his works, bless, praise the Lord.

I have made myself like the beasts, submitting to the passions of irrational beings, O Word of God before all eternity; turn me back and save me as I cry: Bless, praise the Lord!

A destructive solitary wild boar has destroyed me, Saviour, like a vine cultivated by passions; deliver me from it swiftly, and make my soul fruitful with virtues.

Of the Martyrs.

The dyes of blood have coloured for you a purple cloak woven by God; wearing it, O Martyrs crowned with victories, you stand before the eternal King in the highest.

The sacred register of the Martyrs has destroyed the band which ordered them to break God\`s law; and having lawfully competed, lawfully they have been garlanded before the Master of all.

All creation blesses your Offspring, who crowned you with blessings, and banished the curse, All-blessed One, alone glorified and who made our race gracious.

As you are immortal life you created those who share immortal life and teach them to sing: All you works, bless, praise the Lord.

Archangels surround you in spirit, crying with unceasing voices, giving honour as befits God and crying aloud to the Master of all things: Bless, praise the Lord!

Images in the Law prefigured you, All-blessed, who would give birth to God united to the matter of flesh and who before was immaterial in his divine nature. O Virgin, we bless your Offspring.