Ode I

Canon, with 8 troparia, including its irmos (chanted twice), the acrostic whereof is: “O thou who art full of grace, grant me the grace to chant the words of a most simple hymn”, in Tone VIII —

Katavasia: I will open my mouth…

We chant unto thee the cry of the archangel: Rejoice, O pure one! And even though we are unworthy, O Mistress, accept this hymnody instead of goodness, illumining us with the light of thy mercy and granting grace unto all.

O omnipotent Trinity, three-sunned Unity! Having illumined my soul, heart and mind and sanctified them with grace, I pray Thee Who art all-good, lead me up to Thy divine love and teach me to hymn the compassion of the blessed Ever-virgin with devotion.

Irmos: Having traversed the water as though it were dry land, and escaped the evil of Egypt, the Israelite cried aloud: Let us chant unto our Deliverer and God!

O good Mother of the good King, who dost readily hearken to the petitions of all and art almighty in thy benefactions, shine forth the grace of thy light upon us and fill us with grace today, O thou who art full of the grace of God, that we may begin to chant hymnody unto thee.

Irmos: I will open my mouth, and with the Spirit will it be filled; and I shall utter discourse unto the Queen and Mother, and shall appear, keeping splendid festival; and, rejoicing, I will hymn her wonders.

For the choirs of the angels the glorification of thy present feast is the cause of joy, O Mistress, for today they are moved to laudation. But what shall we, who are clay, offer unto thee? Only fervent hymns of thanksgiving.

A second canon, in Tone IV —

O Christ, Bestower of light, on this notable day of the all-glorious appearance of the icon of her who gave birth to Thee, grant that I may keep splendid festival and may ever hymn her miracles with gladness, in fear and joy.

O Virgin who gavest birth in the flesh to the light-bestowing Word of God, the Wisdom of the Father: enlighten the profound darkness of mine ignorance and provide me with the words to hymn thy wonders.

Today are the assemblies of the faithful enlightened and the hordes of the heretics put to shame, O Mistress, seeing thine icon traversing the air like the sun, destroying the gloom of impiety and illumining the faithful.

With God, O divine Bride, thou alone art our greatness and boast; for through thee are we saved from misfortunes, to thee do we flee, and we pray earnestly: O Mistress, from everlasting torment deliver thy servants who hymn thy wonders!