Ode 5. The Irmos.

To you, clothed with light as a garment, I rise early and cry out: Enlighten my darkened soul, O Christ, for you alone are compassionate.

The Lord of glory in a form without glory, of his own will is hung dishonoured on the tree and thus ineffably procured for me divine glory.

You have changed my clothing for incorruption, O Christ, for incorruptibly you tasted in the flesh the corruption of death, and dawned from the grave on the third day.

By giving birth without seed to Christ, who is justice and redemption for us, O Mother of God, you made our Forefather’s nature free of the curse.

Another. Of Cross and Resurrection.

You stretched out your hands, our Saviour, on the tree, calling all to yourself as you love mankind.

You despoiled Hell, our Saviour, by your burial, and you filled all things with joy by your Resurrection.

We sing your praise as Virgin after child-birth, Mother of God; for you bore God the Word in the flesh for the world.

Of the Mother of God. Another.

All the Prophets clearly foretold that you would be God’s Mother, all-honoured Mother of God; for you alone, O pure one, were found wholly blameless.

Honoured one, we acknowledge you to be the cloud of light which showered down on us in our despair Christ the shower of incorruption.

The God, who as alone compassionate dwelt in you, loved you as close to him, wholly good and blameless, sealed purely in virginity.