Ode 3. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.**

Come let us drink a new drink, not one marvellously brought forth from a barren rock, but the Source of incorruption, which springs up from the tomb of Christ, in whom we are established.

Of the Paralysed Man. The Irmos.

**Theotokion. Model Melody.**

Now all things are filled with light, both heaven and earth and those beneath the earth: so let all creation sing Christ’s rising, by which it is established.

Yesterday I was buried with You O Christ, to-day I rise with You as You arise: yesterday I was crucified with You, glorify me with You, Saviour, in your Kingdom.

Holy one, to-day I return to life undefiled through the goodness of Him who was born from you and whose brightness shines to the ends of the earth.

Seeing the God, whom you conceived in the flesh, rising from the dead as he said, O holy one, dance; and magnify him as God, O immaculate.

The sun of old seeing you hanging upon the tree, O Word, withdrew its light, the whole earth was shaken; when you died the dead arose, O all-powerful.

When you came with your soul to the belly of the earth, Hell speedily gave up the souls he had acquired, which loudly sang a song of thanks to your might, O only Lord.

O most Good, heal my soul which for many many years has been grievously sick; that I may tread the paths which you have marked out for those who long for you.

With the ranks on high make intercession, O Archangel of God, for those who hymn you in faith, guarding and protecting us who fall into the snares of life’s passions.

Glory let us cry aloud to Father, Son and Spirit: for God is one by nature, whom all the powers of heaven glorify in fear, crying: Holy, Holy, Holy!

Your conceiving was without seed, your child-bearing beyond understanding, O immaculate Virgin-mother; an awesome thing, greatest marvel, feared by Angels, glorified by mortals, O Maiden, Sovereign Lady .

Come let us drink. ****

Kathismata. Tone 3.

A word alone braced the limbs of the paralytic, when the universal word of him who through compassion appeared on earth for our sakes was uttered; and so too he walked on carrying his bed, although the Scribes could not bear to see what had been done, held as they were by wicked envy which paralyses souls.

Awed by the beauty of your virginity, and by the splendour of your purity, Gabriel cried aloud to you, O Mother of God: ‘How can I praise you as I should? By what name shall I invoke you? I am troubled and amazed. Therefore, as I was commanded, I cry to you: Hail, full of grace!’