Ode V

Irmos: O Lord Who acquired us, the chosen people, by Thy Blood, grant us Thy peace, preserving Thy flock in oneness of mind.

Theotokion: Thou didst reveal the Light to the world, O Virgin Theotokos; for ungodliness hath ceased, and those who live on earth have learned righteousness. For by thee have we been taught to cry aloud: O Lord our God, grant us peace, for Thou hast given us all things!

A divine light which miraculously shone forth suddenly concealed thee from the eyes of the shameless, O right victorious virgin martyr, as the angels watched thy sufferings.

Irmos: Waking at dawn out of the night, we chant to Thee, O Christ, Who art ­consubstantial with the Father and art the Savior of our souls: Grant peace to the world, O Thou Who lovest mankind!

Theotokion: Rising at dawn, we hymn thee, O Virgin, the daughter of the King, arrayed in golden vesture inwrought with many colors, the ladder which Jacob beheld, the mountain whereon God was well-pleased to dwell, for the Lord made His abode there to the end.

With the hair of thy head thou didst cover thy virginal nakedness, O Agnes; and by thine intercession protect me, who am stripped naked of every good deed, from the assaults of the enemy.

O unblemished ewe-lamb of the flock of Christ, when the cruel wolves beset thee, thou didst flee to the good Shepherd Who now feedeth thee in the everlasting pastures.

The moon at night and the sun during the day enlighten and gladden all visible creation; and the manner of life and the wisdom of the saints enlighten and gladden the souls of all men who desire to be saved and come to a knowledge of the Truth. Thus also do the writings of the venerable Maximus the Greek sound forth like divinely blown trumpets.

When thou didst pray at night in thy prison-cell, by the providence of the divine and all-good Trinity the angel of the Lord heard thee, and said: “O elder, thanks to these torments thou shalt avoid eternal torments.”

At night, O all-wise Maximus, thou didst sing like a sweet-voiced and melodious nightingale: “Be not grieved, neither sorrowful nor downcast, O my beloved soul! Thou sufferest unjustly, yet thy reward will be great in the heavens!”