Ode 5. Irmos.

Ο The sun was stripped bare of light, [45] O Saviour, when it saw you, who hung the earth upon the waters, [46] stripped naked on the Tree; with fear rocks were split apart [47] upon a rock, when they saw you made away with, and the foundations of the earth were shaken. [48]

To the tune: As you are God of peace.

Υ You were lifted up on a Tree, long-suffering Lord, and fixed with nails you drenched your fingers in blood. Your side was pierced, transfixed by a lance, [49] so healing Adam’s wound, which he suffered when he obeyed his side [50] and disobeyed his Maker.

Light in the hearts of those who sing your praise with faith, O Christ, your light that never sets, granting us peace that is beyond understanding, so that as we run from the night of ignorance to the day of your commandments, we may glorify you, Lover of humankind.

Of the Martyrs

Π The multitude of Martyrs appeared as Paradise, having in its midst Christ, the Tree of life, [51] through whom, withstanding shameful death with noble thought, by divine power they put to death the serpent that once by food had put to death the parents of our race. [52]

Α With the drops of your blood, Athletes of Christ, you dried up the deep of godlessness, and with divine outpourings of sacred wonders, you put to an end the outpourings of passions of our souls and bodies; therefore we fittingly call you blessed.

Cross-Theotokion

Θ When she saw Christ lifted up on the Tree by his own will, the Blameless Virgin was amazed, and weeping she cried out, ‘My Son and God, when I gave birth I knew no pangs, but now I suffer pains as you are unjustly [53] crucified by lawless men’.

Another, of the Mother of God. Irmos.

K All-immaculate Virgin, make my soul be bear fruits of virtues by driving away my unfruitful thoughts, and cutting out root and branch the thorns of sin that choke [54] me.

L Mother of God, through an Angel you contained in your womb beyond reason the divine Word; entreat him therefore to free your servants from irrational acts and death-bringing pleasures. [55]

M Having withered up through your offspring the sin which sprang from a tree, wither up my fleshly thoughts and the stirrings and hostile waves of passions, that I may sing your praise, O All-praised. [56]