Ode 7. The Irmos.

Of the Bodiless Powers. The same Irmos.

The Youths from Judea of old in Babylon having come to the faith of the Trinity, trampled down the flame of the furnace as they sang, ‘God of our Fathers, blessed are you!’

O Christ, grant me the gift of lamentation, as you did once to the Publican and the Harlot, washing away the sores of my wickedness with tears; have pity on me as I sing, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

O Saviour, heal me, who have fallen among soul-destroying thieves and am grievously wounded, with the oil of true repentance, and grant me compunction as I chant, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Of the Martyrs.

Noble Champions, you became dead to the world and in no way did you deny Christ, who dead bears life, as you struggled and chanted, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Wise Champions, by confessing one nature of the Trinity in three persons you abolished the deception of idols with its many gods, as you chanted, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

God the Word of God dwelt in your womb, O full of God’s grace, and declares you to be the protection of all who are sinking and who cry, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Godlike Chief Captains, the Benefactor of all has granted you grace of many kinds; now save his Church as it sings, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Given power by the strength of him who sees all, you clearly watch over all the ends of the earth and save all those who sing in faith, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

Now that we have you, Virgin Mother of God, as a haven of salvation, we escape the dangers and storms of life as we cry out to your Son, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’