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Isaac Lambertsen

Ode VII

Menaion — translated by Isaac Lambertsen

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¶1

Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the fire stood in awe of the condescension of God; wherefore, the youths, dancing with joyous step in the furnace, as in a meadow, chanted: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!

¶2

Your members did ye surrender to mutilation and your youthful bodies to the slaughter, that ye might gain your souls and inherit life eternal, O all-praised martyrs.

¶3

Theotokion: The seraphim magnify thee, the cherubim minister unto thee in fear, all of the angelic armies do unceasingly marvel and, calling upon thee for thine aid, assemblies of men cry out: Blessed art thou by all generations, O most holy Virgin ­Mistress!

¶4

Irmos: The Angel caused the furnace to pour forth dew upon the pious youths, and the command of God, which consumed the Chaldæans, prevailed upon the tyrant to cry out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!

¶5

O thrice-blessed virgins, how have ye disdained all the beauteous things of this world; how have ye been bold unto death, singing in the furnace of temptations as did the three youths: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!

¶6

Theotokion: O Virgin Mother, thou gavest birth unto Him Who beareth a single hypostasis, yet manifestly hath two wills and essential characteristics; for He Who became incarnate for our sake is both God and man.

¶7

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, today ye shall be with Me in paradise,” didst Thou say unto those who were slain for Thee, O Master. Wherefore, with gladness they cried out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!

¶8

With the fire of thy pangs, O divinely blessed one, thou didst quench the burning of the idols; and in the torrents of thy blood thou didst drown the incorporeal foe, O Theodotus, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!

¶9

Thou didst offer thyself to the Judge of thy contest like incense of sweet savor, O wise one, setting fœtid deception at naught by grace divine; wherefore, thou chantest with joy: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!

¶10

Preserving thy words, the holy Fortus gave thee over to the God-bearing Fortunus for the construction of an honorable temple for the cleansing of all the pious and the preservation of men’s souls, O martyr Theodotus.

Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.

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