Ode 6. The Irmos.

**Theotokion.**

‘Let not the stormy waters drown me, let not the deep swallow me up: for I have been cast into the depths of the heart of the sea of my evils; therefore I cry to you as Jonas: May my life ascend from corruption to you, our God.’

Jesu, the transgressors nailed you to a cross, and pierced you with a lance, O Christ, and Joseph laid you for burial in a new tomb; from which you rose with glory, raising with you all creation, which hymns your might.

Powerfully you smashed the bolts and gates of Hell, O Master, and rose as God, and meeting the women you said to them: Rejoice, and you sent them to say to the Disciples: The Living has arisen, and he has appeared giving light to the ends of the earth.

Why do you weep? Why bring spices as to a mortal, O women? Christ has arisen, leaving the grave clothes behind empty, cried the youth who appeared of old flashing like lightning; Go, announce the Resurrection to his friends.

Good Lord, you are an inexhaustible stream of life, an abyss of mercy. As you journeyed you sat down by the Well of the Oath, and cried out to the woman of Samaria: Give me water to drink, that you may receive streams of forgiveness.

With the bodiless powers, I hymn in faith the Father without beginning, and the Son equal in majesty, and the consubstantial Spirit, one Essence, and nature and glory, and one kingship, God and Maker of all, who holds the universe together.

Pure one, we hymn you, as only Virgin who has given birth and kept her womb incorrupt, throne of the Lord, gate and mountain, and spiritual lampstand, bridal chamber of God, all light, and manifest tabernacle of glory, ark and jar and table.