Ode 9. The Irmos.

Of the Angels. Another Irmos.

Eve by the sickness of disobedience gave entrance to the curse; but you, Virgin Mother of God, by the offshoot of your child-bearing made blessing flower for the world; therefore we all magnify you.

See, it is the time of repentance, why do we delay? Why are we sunk in sleep? Let us drag ourselves from sloth; let us trim our lamps, as it is written, with the oil of doing good, lest we stay outside the door lamenting.

As it is time to repent turn back, my soul, from the evils you have done in knowledge and in ignorance; and cry out to Him who knows all things: I have sinned, pardon, Master; do not abominate me, the unworthy.

Of the Martyrs.

Christ has gathered the Saints who have struggled gloriously from every country and city to places of glory, to honourable repose; and now with gladness they make bright the Church of the first born.

The all-honoured sepulchre of your honoured Martyrs wonderfully made radiant by the signal-fires of the divine Spirit, sends out the brightness of healings, buries the abuse of diseases, O Lord, alone full of mercy.

Bride of God, guide my soul to light with the rays of the Light that was in you; raise me up, who am lying in the pit of destruction, and cast headlong the foes who ever assail my heart and push me towards the passions.

Angels, as you hymn Mind, the Begetter and Originator of the Son and Spirit, now be willing to transmit speedily to us the gifts of the divine goodness.

Fairly adorned with the gift and grace of incorruption, godlike Archangels, as they sing your praise, O Christ, the ever-flowing source of incorruption, as Benefactor they magnify you.

We faithful know you, Mother of God, to be the bridal chamber of the ineffable incarnation, living marriage chamber and Ark of the law of grace; and so unceasingly we magnify you.