Ode 9. Irmos. It is impossible.

In the land of the meek you have made your dwelling, where you see the splendours of many Angels, all-wise Prophet, servant of God, having become meek and resplendent with grace; therefore we faithful, rejoicing, call you blessed.

Seeing the clear fulfilment of your prophecies, O all-revered, we marvel at the grace which was given you, and are amazed at the purity of your mind and the godliness of your soul.

None from ancient generations was ever graced as you, all-immaculate Mother of God; for you alone of all women possess incomparable holiness; therefore you received in yourself God incarnate.

It is impossible for humans to see God, on whom the ranks of Angels dare not gaze. But through you, O All-pure, the incarnate Word has been seen by mortals. As we magnify him, with the heavenly armies we call you blessed.

For the Apostle, Gospel and Communion, see July 20th.