Ode 3. The Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

Cross-Theotokion.

Almighty and Most High, who brings all things from non-existence, created by the Word and perfected by the Spirit, establish me in your love.

The people of the Hebrews put you to death, who by the impassible nature of the Godhead became passible in the flesh through your goodness and make us immortal.

O Word, who hung the earth upon the waters, by your will you were hung upon a tree, leading me up to heavenly things who had fallen into the deeps of wickedness.

Of the Martyrs.

Embellished with the marks of Christ, all praised Martyrs, you stand before the Lord, receiving from his rich hand your rewards.

With joyful soul the Saints ran towards torments, causing extreme grief to the dragon and joining the choirs of Angels.

Bride who knew not wedlock, seeing Christ suspended on the Cross, grieving you said, ’You have set, O Sun of glory, from my sight, enlightening those in darkness.

All-holy, you are merciful, ask him who is rich in ineffable mercy and pity to take on us who are afflicted.

You, the dwelling of the Maker of all, implore that the Advocate may dwell in me who have become a den of soul destroying thieves, pure Virgin.

Mother of God, as you bear in your embrace him who bears all things by his divine inclination, incline to me and deliver me from my foul inclination to the passions.