Ode 6. Irmos.

Of the Forerunner. Another Irmos.

As you delivered the Prophet from the beast, bring me, I beg, up too from the deep of ungovernable passions that I may look again upon your holy Temple.

See, the moment for turning back, and I lie ever prostrate, mastered by great insensibility, O Word. Banish the hardness of my heart and have mercy on me.

Take pity on me, O Christ full of pity, as once on the Publican, and make me worthy of warm tears, as once the Harlot, that I too may wash away the filth of my many offences.

Of the Martyrs.

Great Martyrs of Christ, deliver me who have greatly offended from the great flame that endures there in Gehenna, that I too may greatly glorify your memory.

Having fought the good fight the Athletes have been radiantly crowned by your right hand, source of life, O God and Lord; and so at their honoured intercessions save your whole people.

Tabernacle of sanctification, graced by God, honoured Ark, lampstand of divine light, table of the bread of life, living palace of the Word, make me a dwelling of the Spirit.

Calm the raging sea.

Shining with ineffable radiance, Forerunner of Christ, by your active intercession enlighten the hearts of those who devoutly sing your praise.

Rouse me, who am held fast by the sleep of sloth, Forerunner of Christ, enlightening me with grace, fervently to do God’s wishes.

From every hostile affliction rescue us, who have been enriched with you as godlike champion and intercessor before the Master, blest Saint.

A tempest of sin tosses me about, O pure and Immaculate; hasten to draw me out by bringing me to the roads of repentance, O all-blameless.