Glory.
He hath declared thee a citizen of paradise, O truly happy babe, he who hath taken thee from earth and ranged thee among the choirs of Saints.
Both now. Theotokion.
All we that are illuminated, O all-pure, own thee God-bearing, thou, O Ever-virgin; for thou the Sun of righteousness hast borne.
Ode v. Irmos.
Why hast thou rejected me....
Refrain. Rest thou the babe, O Lord.
By thy just dooming, ere he waxed perfectly in growth, thou hast, as new grown herb, cut down the babe whom thou hast taken, Lord; but, leading him, O Word, to hill divine of everlasting blessings, plant him there.
As a young branch the sword of death hath come and cut thee off, thou who of worldly sweets no trial hast sustain’d, thou happy one! but, lo, to thee the gates of heaven Christ open’d hath, counting thee with th’ elect, as being loving-kind.