Ode 3. Irmos.

Another Irmos.

God reigns over the nations; God sits on his holy throne; and we sing to him with understanding as King and God.

You wish none to perish, good Lord; take pity on one who is perishing, and save me, all-pitying, by the balance of your mercy.

Because I have sinned in knowledge and in ignorance, I come to you, Christ Lord, who know all things, I fall before you; receive me as the Prodigal.

Of the Martyrs.

That you might put to death the living sin and prove the foe was dead, you had no thought, blest Martyrs, for your bodies’ death.

Embellished with sufferings and adorned with robes dyed in blood, O Martyrs, bearing crowns you now stand before the King of all.

Virgin Mother who gave God a body, accept the voices of those who ever cry to you, and rescue us from troubles of many kinds.

Of the Bodiless Powers.

By a word you gave substance to the dancers of the Powers above, and showed the limitless power of your goodness; at their entreaties establish your Church, O only good and lover of mankind.

With wedlock, immaculate, all-praised Virgin, you became Mother of God, who enlightened the Bodiless choirs to sing one source of Godhead in triple hallowing and lordship.