Ode 4. Irmos.

Of the Saint. The same Irmos.

”You came from a Virgin, not an ambassador, not an Angel, but the Lord himself incarnate, and saved me, humanity, entirely; therefore I cry to you: Glory to your power, O Lord!”

As I hunger and waste away through famine each day, fill me with the food of salvation, O only Immortal, at the godly entreaties of those who proclaimed you to the entire world.

You made all your far-famed Apostles mount upon the sea of the world, Lover of mankind, troubling the bitter waters of its salt-sea unbelief.

All-praised Apostles, who made Christ the Sun dawn for those in darkness, enlighten me who lie in the darkness of sin, shutting out evil desires from heart.

All-praised, who gave birth to God who is above praise, intercede together with the Apostles on behalf of those who sing your praise that we may be delivered from sins, dangers and eternal punishment.

In purity familiar with the rays of the Spirit, you have become a bearer of light illumining the ends of the world, an advocate for all, saving all those who glorify you in faith.

As you once appeared rescuing the Youths from death, Venerable and All-blessed, so now too save me from every calamity and from temptations and dangers.

You blazed with the brilliant gleams of virtues, All-blessed, becoming a most noble imitator of your Master, while when called on you save those who glorify you with piety and love.

The Master of creation came upon you when he was about to take a body, and save the whole of me, humanity, as he is compassionate; and so all we believers reverence you as Mother of God.