Ode 7. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

**Theotokion.**

He who delivered the Children from the furnace, becoming man suffers as a mortal, and through suffering he clothes the mortal with the glory of incorruption: the only blessed and most glorious God of our fathers’.

Of the Paralysed Man. The Irmos.

The holy women hastened after You with sweet spices. Whom they sought with tears as a mortal, they worshipped with joy as the living God, and they proclaimed the mystic Passover, O Christ, to your disciples.

We feast death’s slaughter, the overthrow of Hell, the first fruits of a new eternal life: and dancing we hymn the cause: the only blessed and most glorious God of our fathers.

How truly holy and all-festive is this saving night, how full of light, herald of the bright day of the resurrection, in which the timeless Light shone bodily for all from the tomb.

Having slain death, your Son, O all-pure one, has to-day given to all life that endures to ages of ages: the only blessed and highly exalted God of our fathers.

he who reigns over all creation becoming man dwelt in your womb, O full of God’s grace, and having endured the cross and death he has risen as God and raised us with him, for he is all powerful.

When it saw you stretched upon the Tree the sun withdrew its light, unable to shine on the world when you, O King of all, had willingly set to give light to all nations.

You arose, having emptied the graves and despoiled Hell by your almighty power; therefore, O Christ, we hymn 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 as 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 one, we call you blest.

He who delivered the Children. ****