Ode 5. Irmos.

Another Irmos.

Christ God, the true light, to you my spirit rises in the night; make your face shine upon me.

Awake, my soul, awake from the heavy sleep of my dire sin, and be flooded with the light of repentance.

Let us plough the soul through diligence, and be watered with showers of compunction, that we may sprout with the ear of repentance.

Of the Martyrs.

Tempered by the coals of love, you were revealed, Champions, as swords wrought of heavenly bronze as you cut down serried ranks of adversaries.

Being unenslaved to the foe, O Champions, you enslaved him and appeared as Christ’s true friends.

Virgin blessed among women, grant your mercies to your people; for you were revealed as Mother of the Merciful.

Of the Bodiless Powers.

As you traverse the ends of the earth, glorious Archangels, you bring believers the kindnesses of the Master and guard them on every side.

Obedient to your word, O Word of God and Father, the renowned Marshals of the heavenly command shine round with the light of your lamp.

Turn all my longing towards you, who bring the sweetness of desire beyond reason to those who know you as pure the Mother of God.