Ode 7.

In possessing an abyss and an infinite sea of mercy, pitying Lord, have mercy on those who hymn you, one God all things and yet threefold light.

Praising you the incomprehensible, single yet triple light, God and Lord, we cry to you: Grant to your servants pardon of offences.

Like the Father without beginning is the branch you have put forth, O Virgin, flower of the Godhead, co-eternal shoot, who gives life to all humankind.