You made your Angels a flame of fire, O Christ, showing to us their burning heat and depicting against the swift spirit. All-powerful Lord, glory to you.

¶9

Tone 7. Today Judas watches.

¶10

Save us, Lord, by the protection of the Angels; wash away the filth of our offences, wiping out the scars of sin, that we may cry: Lord, glory to you.

¶11

Lift your eye, my soul, and gaze on the condescension and compassion of God, how, having bowed the heavens, he came upon earth that he might exalt you from the wretchedness of your passions, and stand up on the rock of the faith. Ah, dread wonder! Glory to your self-emptying, Lover of mankind!

¶12

The Seraphim, Cherubim, Angels and Powers, Thrones, Principalities, all Dominations with Archangels and radiant Authorities, cry to you: Lord, glory to you.

¶13

Look on your lawless deeds, my soul, and marvel; how can earth support you? How does it not strike you with thunderbolts? How do wild beasts not devour you? But how too did the Sun which never sets and ever shines on you not cease? Rise up, repent, cry out to the Lord: I have sinned against you, I have sinned, have mercy on me!

¶14

All nature born of earth cries aloud to you, Mother of God, ‘Hail’, as to her who became cause of their salvation by your giving birth, O Mother of God.

¶15

Having all our hope in you, all-powerful Lord, we implore you to rescue us from dangers of every kind and from the tempest of the passions; so that we may pass our life peacefully, and having lived in purity, may find you kindly and merciful Master, on the day of judgement.

Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.