Ode 8.

Steeled by love of the Creator, you blunted the goads of the serpent, passing through manly struggles in women’s bodies, and being crowned with godly crowns.

Locked in combat in the midst of the ring with invisible foes, the godly Maidens with the body routed the bodiless, as they cried, ‘You his works, bless the Lord!’

You have attained the Kingdom on high, noble young Maidens, where you reign with Christ Jesus, bedecked with the marks of your torments, adorned with beauty.

As the unsullied enclosure of God, you received him when he became embodied, acknowledged in the two natures, O Maiden, to whom we sing, ‘You his works, bless the Lord!’

Almighty Redeemer of the universe, in your condescension you bedewed the devout Youths in the midst of the flame, and taught them to sing: All you his works, bless, praise the Lord.