Ode 1. Tone 3. The Irmos.

You are God, wonderful in working marvels, who turned the deep into land, drowned chariots and saved a people who sang to you as God our Redeemer.

Let us ever weep for ourselves, brothers, from our whole soul; the Bridegroom is at hand, let us light up our actions like shining lamps, that we may gain here the divine bridal chamber.

Of old, when he repented from his whole soul, Manasses was saved; for he cried out, held in the midst of bonds, to the only Master; rival him, O soul, and you will easily be saved.

Of the Martyrs.

Gouging out of eyes, loss of hands, cutting out of tongues, removal of feet, thighs and arms, the godlike Champions endured and gave thanks to Jesus Christ.

The casket of your relics, Martyrs, has appeared to us as a place of healing for all the faithful, from which we draw strength of souls and bodies, for as is right we ever honour you.

Spiritual Jar, who carried Christ the manna of immortality, deliver me from the bitterness of soul-destroying passions, All-holy Virgin, that with faith I may devoutly glorify you.

Another Canon, of the honoured Forerunner.

Godly shoot of a barren womb intercede with God to make me bring forth shoots of virtues, destroying the gloom of my fruitlessness and driving away the darkness from my mind, O Forerunner of the Lord.

Like a great star running before the Sun of justice, who gives radiance to the whole earth, you appeared on earth; implore him then, O Forerunner, to enlighten my soul darkened by paltry pleasures.

To those in hell you foretold by the divine Spirit the life that was near at hand, by your entreaties, O Prophet, give life to my deadened soul and raise it I beg as from a tomb of faults, glorious Forerunner.

With the Archangels, with the Angels and with all the Saints, O Virgin, ask the Lord who appeared from you, we beg, to deliver from dangers those who confess you as true Mother of God.