Ode 7.

You obtained an inclination that loved God and with a body you imitated Angels, ardently keeping vigil and fervently chanting: Blessed are you, Lord God, to the ages.

Melting your body by self-mastery and every mortification, all-venerable Saint, you fervently cried aloud: Blessed are you, Lord God, to the ages.

All your longing, venerable Saint, was directed to the Master alone, as in every way you sang his praise and cried aloud: Blessed are you, Lord God, to the ages.

Abolishing the curse of Eve you made your dwelling in the all-blameless Virgin, pouring forth a fount of blessing for those who cry: Blessed, All-pure, is the fruit of your womb.