Ode 9. The Irmos.

Of the Bodiless Powers. Another Irmos.

Everything that hears trembles at the ineffable condescension of God: how the Most High came down even to take a body and become man of a virgin womb; and so we faithful magnify the immaculate Mother of God.

As you purified the Harlot of old through weeping, O Christ; as you justified the Publican when he only sighed, O Word; as you accepted Manasses, as you had mercy on David when he repented, so receive me and save me, only Lover of humankind.

Sigh, weep, my soul; abandon your former failings; openly fall down before him who knows all your secrets, and fervently cry out: I have sinned, Lord, save me, take pity, for you are compassionate and pitying and full of mercy.

Of the Martyrs.

The godlike Champions struggled most bravely on earth, and now they have received as inheritance the unshakeable Kingdom, and rejoicing they share the delight of Paradise. At their prayers, O Christ, make us partakers of your glory.

As beacons you appeared, wise Champions, and enlightened the dawn that has no evening, and abolished the evening of godlessness; and with sacred torches you shine on all those who magnify your light-bearing festival.

Gate of light, enlighten the eyes of my heart, I beg, which the deep darkness of sin has blackened, send down to me a ray of repentance, Sovereign Lady, and by your mediation deliver me from eternal fire.

**Troparia.**

Surrounding your flock with a wall of Angels, O Christ, now show the Church imitating through virtue the choirs of Bodiless Powers.

All-glorious Angel guardians, by beseeching God, grant salvation of souls to those who come for your protection.

Like dawn for those in darkness and who have gone astray, O Virgin, holding Christ in your embrace, you have made the Sun of justice dawn.