Ode 5. The Irmos.

Rising before dawn we sing your praise, O Word, only-begotten Son of God; give us your peace and have mercy on us, who praise and worship you.

Sprinkle me with the hyssop of repentance, purify me from the stain of the passions, that I may appear pure before you when you are about to judge the universe, O Jesu, with your just judgement.

The bruises of my wretched soul have festered, O Word; Physician of the weak, Giver of good things, heal, save me through your great mercy.

Of the Martyrs.

On earth the Champions’ vessels of clay were crushed, but their force of soul was most mighty and radiant by the power of Christ.

The blood of the saints, poured out, has sanctified the whole earth, watered souls and clearly dried up the muddy streams of vain idolatry.

By your child-bearing, O Maiden, you scattered the curse of the Forefather like seed, and you became a source of rivers of blessing for us who bless you and glorify you with faith.

Of the Forerunner.

On earth, blest Saint, you lived clearly like an Angel in the flesh; and so I beg you, free from soul from fleshly thoughts.

Forerunner of the Lord, save me from falling into the depth of sin, from being fouled in soul by pleasures and from being endangered, as I have recourse to you.

You appeared wider than the heavens as truly Mother of God, Virgin full of God’s grace; free me from sin that hems me round.