Ode 5. The Irmos.

Of the Forerunner. Another Irmos.

Make the light of your commands dawn for me, O Lord, for my spirit rises early for you, O Christ, and sings your praise; for you are my God, and to you I have fled for refuge, O King of peace.

As I with sloth accomplish the course of this perishable life and am darkened each day by the deceptions of the deceiver, take pity on me, Jesu, and guide me towards the light of repentance and life.

My heart was exalted by the deceptions of the serpent and I was borne down in a mighty fall; O Jesu, the righting of the fallen, turn me back, save me through the multitude of your pity.

Of the Martyrs.

With the drops of your blood you quenched the furnace of error with its many gods, blessed Athletes of the Saviour, and with showers of healings you ever put a stop to the blaze of passions.

As you stood before the judgement seat, flogged with scourges, your heads severed, and experiencing a multitude of harsh punishments, you yet remained unbowed through divine inspiration.

Make the beam of your mercy dawn for me, O Lady, in the darkness of my faults, O Virgin, and guide me towards the light of repentance, O Immaculate, that in faith I may hymn you.

Nursling of the desert with the dew of your intercessions keep me who am on fire with the coals of the desert, the assaults of the passions, unscathed by their harm.

The divine right hand of the Father is baptised by your holy right hand and saves us by your intercessions from every straitening.

The whole world has you, O Forerunner, as refuge and mighty protection and great wall; deliver us by your intercessions from dread disasters.

God loved you, Virgin Maiden, the beauty of Jacob; God who makes beautiful through you all those who have been blackened by their former transgression.