Irmos: Be not now amazed, O Mother, beholding as an infant Him Whom the Father begat from within Himself before the morning-star; for I have manifestly come to restore and glorify with Me the nature of fallen men, who magnify thee with faith and love.
In Thy strange nativity she who supernaturally escaped the pangs of birthgiving was blessed, O unoriginate Son; and now, beholding Thee fleeing from Herod, she crieth aloud: “I am terrified in soul by the sword of grief! Save me who honor Thee!”
“I go to the land of Egypt, O my Mother, yet by an earthquake I will cast down the graven images of the Egyptians. The enemies who seek in vain for My life I will send down into hades, for I alone am might. I shall exalt and save thee who honor Me.”
Let creation rejoice, for the Creator Who existeth from before time doth take on form and is now acknowledged to be a new God. Let the magi greet Him with gifts, let the shepherds clap their hands in faith at the wonder, and let men and angels be glad!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.