Ode 9.

The ranks of Cherubim, Master, unable to look at the glory of your beauty, veiled by their wings unceasingly cry aloud the triple hymn as they glorify the three-personned might of your single Godhead.

O Sun who never set, grant your radiance to the hearts of your servants, enlighten their souls and ransom them from many offences, O only all-merciful and Three-personned, and count us worthy of your unsullied life.

O Godhead, who are light of equal honour and of triple sun and which gives light, illumine those who sing you with faith and deliver them from gloomy evil doing, and count them worthy of your shining tabernacles, O supremely good.

With wisdom your Son fashioned humankind of old, O Virgin, and when it had been corrupted refashioned through you, O all-praised, and filled with the brightness of the divine that knows no evening all those who ever glorify you as true Mother of God.