Ode 7. The Irmos.

Both now. Theotokion.

You made the flame of the furnace like dew, and you saved the children unburned; blessed are you O Lord, the God of our fathers.

When it saw you stretched upon the Tree, the sun withdrew its light, unable to shine for the world when you, O King of all, had set by your own will, to give light to all nations.

You arose, having emptied the graves and despoiled Hell by your almighty power; therefore, O Christ, we praise your holy and divine Rising.

‘Why do you seek the living as one dead? He has risen. He is not in the tomb’ the divine Angel, in appearance like flashing lightning, cried to the Myrrhbearers.

With a word you healed the Paralysed Man, who had lain sick for many years, and you cried to him: Take up your bed, and go, praising the wonderful works of God.

Michael, Chief Captain of the Lord, guide those who in faith have crowded into your divine temple to praise God; protect them by your mediation from every kind of danger.

O Trinity, save from every kind of danger those who in faith hymn you as God of all and Master, and make them sharers in your good things.

You remained Virgin when above reason you bore without change him who was born of the Father without beginning before all ages; therefore, Pure Virgin, we call you blessed.