Irmos: Beholding Thee lifted up upon the Cross, O Sun of righteousness, the Church stood rooted in place, crying out as is meet: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
The mystery appointed from of old before time began beginneth to be manifest; and the earth and the heavens rejoice together and joyously cry aloud.
O palace of the great King, unstop the divine openings of your ears, for Christ the Truth is already come and maketh His abode in the midst of thee.
The Deliverer appeareth, setting aright the stumbling of our first mother, making His abode within the womb of her who kneweth not wedlock; to Him let us cry out: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Of old Habbakuk called thee the mountain overshadowed by the virtues, from which our God desireth to manifest Himself, O all-immaculate Virgin, thou only restoration of men.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.