December 22

We chant the following Triodion. Before the Troparia, we say, Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee.

ODE THREE

Heirmos: Upon the rock of faith hast Thou now confirmed me; Thou hast enlarged my mouth o’er mine adversaries; my spirit hath rejoiced mightily in chanting: There is none holy as our most holy God, and there is none righteous but Thee, O Lord Most High.

In vain doth the council of Herod gather with a murderous intent, to slay the new-born Lord, unto Whom let us all chant: Thou art our God, and there is none righteous, but Thee, O Lord Most High.

The evil deliberation of Herod, having a soul that warreth against God, plotteth to slay together with the infants Christ the Master, to Whom let us chant: Thou art our God, and there is none righteous, but Thee, O Lord Most High.

ODE EIGHT

Heirmos: When the word of the tyrant prevailed, then the furnace was fired seven times more than was wont; but the Children were not burned therein, as they trampled upon the decree of the king, and cried: O all ye works of the Lord, praise ye the Lord, and supremely exalt Him unto all the ages.

Pouring out tears like myrrh for Christ, Who was born in the flesh for our sakes, let us purge away the stains of the flesh, drawing nigh in purity unto the Immaculate One and crying: O all ye works of the Lord, praise ye the Lord, and supremely exalt Him unto all the ages.

With tears of piteous wailing, let us sinners escape the tears of the terrible torment that is to come, and let us follow in the steps of Christ, Who is laid in swaddling clothes as a babe; and let us cry: O all ye works of the Lord, praise ye the Lord, and supremely exalt Him unto all the ages.

Knowing our redemption to be sacredly wrought by Christ through His own tender compassions and our fountain of tears, let us the faithful be washed through confession, and let us draw nigh unto Him that is born in the flesh; and let us cry: O all ye works of the Lord, praise ye the Lord, and supremely exalt Him unto all the ages.

ODE NINE

Heirmos: With pure souls and undefiled lips, come, let us magnify the unstained and supremely pure Mother of Emmanuel, as we make appeal through her to Him Who was born of her: Spare our souls, O Christ God, and save us.

Let none that is thankless, neither evil or envious, be among them that now offer God the myrrh of virtues as acceptable gifts in the stead of myrrh and gold and frankincense, and who chant unto Christ Who is born: Spare our souls, O Christ God, and save us.

Thus saith the hardened Herod unto the prudent Magi: Go ye and seek out the King Who is now born, and when ye find Him, inform me thereof; for the cunning man meditated murder with a foully murderous heart. Spare our souls, O Christ God, and save us.

O what stony-hearted, murderous daring! Whence cometh thy forgetfulness? For there is none that taketh God in hand to destroy Him. Yet seething over with anger, O Herod, thou dost cruelly slaughter the infants. Spare our souls, O Christ God, and save us.

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