Ode 7. Irmos. The Youths from Judea.

For putting pleasures to death and bridling anger, O all-blest, you have received the prize of the inheritance above; and you cry with joy: God of our Fathers, blessed are you.

You passed unswervingly through the finest path of virtues, revered Father, and drove on towards the city of the undefiled Eden, as you sang with joy: God of our Fathers, blessed are you.

Devoutly you proclaimed the glory of the Trinity, O all-blessed, and find rest to take your delight in the three-sunned light, and you cry with gladness: God of our Fathers, blessed are you.

You were the all-blest rod from the root of Jesse, O Virgin, whose blossom was a saving fruit for those who cry out with faith to your Son: God of our Fathers, blessed are you.