Ode 4. The Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

Cross-Theotokion.

You have shown us mighty love, O Lord, for you gave your only begotten Son to death for our sakes; and so we cry to you in thanksgiving: Glory to your power, O Lord!

O Master Christ, who are above all honour, truly you endured outrage, being struck on the head with a reed, that you might honour me who had become dishonoured through transgression, O Lover of humankind.

Willingly you were bound with a crown of thorns, O Longsuffering, as true King, and you put an end to thorn-bearing sin by the roots; I confess your sufferings, O Saviour.

Of the Martyrs.

You remained unbroken by the pains of torments, O Martyrs, breaking the deception of the foe and placing him beneath your feet as he boasted wildly and expired completely from lack of breath.

Incorruptible bodies you gained divine incorruption, stoutly imitating by your sufferings the Passion of the Impassible, all praised Martyrs, numbered with all the Bodiless Powers.

The Prophet once saw you, O Maiden, as a book in which the Word incarnate was inscribed by the finger of the Father, and with a lance he tears up the record of the Forefather, O Immaculate.

As you willingly endured bruises and slaughter, O Christ, heal my soul bruised by the thieving malice of demons, at the intercessions of her who bore you, O Most Merciful.

I am the work and creation of your hands, O Creator, but by the wickedness of the serpent I have been smashed by the pleasures of life, O Christ; and so refashion me at the entreaties of her who bore you.

Beyond reason you gave birth to the Word of the Father who loosed mortals from all unreason; earnestly entreat him to free me, who am enslaved to irrational passions, O only Ever-Virgin.

At every moment you pour healing from your hand, who are wholly the tabernacle of sanctification, wholly filled with light, wholly letting fall drops of the myrrh of sweet fragrance, All-pure Bride of God.