Ode 7. Irmos.

**Theotokion**

Abraham’s Children once in Babylon trampled down the flame of a furnace, and as they sang their hymn they chanted, Blessed is the God of our Fathers.

In gladness of soul let us with one accord praise the hallowed vessels of the Master Christ, the ramparts of the Church, the Martyrs of the Lord.

The Hierarchs of Christ and the godly choir of all the Saints rejoice with the Powers on high. At their prayers, O Saviour, save your flock.

The Women who made fair endurance shine out through holiness and struggle and by faith practised the ascetic life in obedience destroyed the one who wounded Eve.

Merciful Lord, who captured Hades and trampled on death by your death, give rest to those you have translated in faith and make then inhabitants of Paradise.

The Lawgiver of old, as he watched the flame not burning up the Bush, was being taught the image of your child-bearing, O only Mother of God, ever blessed.

For those Fallen Asleep. Another.

In the Persian furnace.

As you accepted the endurance, the courage and all the blood of the Martyrs as a ransom for those who have passed over in true religion, O Saviour, give them rest as you are merciful and easily placated

Number with the first-born and the righteous, O Saviour, the souls of your servants who have passed over to you, and count them worthy to delight unceasingly in you, the Master of all things.

As God be well pleased, O Word of God, that those whom you have taken may meet you in the clouds with joy, boldness and bright radiance, as you are merciful and full of mercy.

Blessed Mother of God, Mother and Virgin, hail! For through you the destruction of death has truly come to pass, while life without sorrow has been granted to all the dead.