Ode 8.

You became lovely by the beauties of the marks of your sufferings, and as an incorrupt virgin, O all-revered, you drew near to the Bridegroom, God the Word, who for our sake became incarnate of a Virgin; to him we cry: All you his works, praise the Lord!

Freed from the bonds of the flesh, revered, blameless Virgin Martyr, rejoicing like a bride you dance around the bridal chamber formed of light, stained with the scarlet blood of martyrdom and crying: All you his works, praise the Lord!

You dwell with the angels in light, feasting with the ranks of virgins and the companies of martyrs, gazing upon and contemplating his face, sharing in his radiant glory and crying out: All you his works, praise the Lord!

You alone among all generations, immaculate Virgin, were revealed as Mother of God, you became, O all-blameless, the dwelling of the Godhead and were not burnt by the fire of the unapproachable light; therefore we all call you blessed, Mary, bride of God.

Stretching out his hands Daniel closed the jaws of the lions in the den; while the Children, lovers of true religion, girded with virtue, quenched the power of the fire as they cried: Bless the Lord, all you works of the Lord.