Ode 1. Tone 5.

As we hymn the might of the single and three-sunned form, we cry: All-powerful God irradiate our mind and raise it, Master, to your ineffable glory.

Far above, the spiritual orders of the Angels ceaselessly hymn you with thrice-holy songs, Unity triple in number of like form and Trinity of like form, beyond being and all-powerful.

Impart to my soul, O Trinity, Unity source of light, the sweet light-giving nectar of your love and godly, cleansing compunction, most merciful Master of all creation.

From heaven, immaculate Virgin, as upon the fleece, the rain came down noiselessly into your womb, and saved all human nature, parched and dry.