Irmos: The organ song, consonant with the noise, / honors the golden-made soulless idol; / The comforter’s luminous grace honors, / crying out: / Blessed are you, the One Trinity, Equivalent, Without Beginning.
Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.
Having freed me from all malice and bad morals, O Savior, / by the gift of the Divine Paraclete by the all saints, enriched me, singing: / Fathers God, blessed art thou.
Soften my hardest heart of every iron and stone, O Savior, / so that with true tenderness I cry, we may be saved: / God of the fathers, blessed art thou.
With the Father Without Beginning, the Son and the Spirit are co-essential, / in One Being, and Three Persons, theologically, we sing: / God of the fathers, blessed art thou.
We are slavishly conquered by the evil custom of sin, / To you, the Master of all, falling down, I pray: / deliver me from this nasty work.
By Thy mighty power/ by sin, deign to strengthen my soul, weakened by sin,/ so that I may cry, we may be saved:/ God of the fathers, blessed art thou.
Glory: With Divine reason and warm repentance, O God-gracious One,/ will you please enlighten my mind and soul, fiercely darkened by sin, so that I may sing to You and the Archangel:/ Rejoice, Lady.
And now: My lawless and partial movements of the flesh, the Mother of God, / having killed of course, / plant the grace of the Paraclete in my soul, / so that I always glorify You, the Most Holy One, more radiantly.