Ode I
Tracing an upright line with his staff, / 
Moses divided the Red Sea / 
for Israel which was travelling on foot; / 
and striking it a transverse blow, / 
he brought the waters together over the chariots of Pharaoh, / 
thereby inscribing the invincible weapon of the Cross. / 
Wherefore, let us hymn Christ our God, // 
for He hath been glorified. 

Ode III
The rod of Aaron is taken to be an image of the mystery, / 
for by its budding forth it chose one priest over others; / 
and for the Church, which before was barren, / 
the tree of the Cross hath now budded forth, // 
for her might and confirmation. 

Ode IV
I have heard, O Lord, / 
the mystery of Thy dispensation; / 
I have considered Thy works, // 
and have glorified Thy divinity. 

Ode V
O thrice-blessed Tree, / 
whereon the King and Lord was crucified, / 
and whereby he who beguiled mankind by the tree did fall, / 
beguiled by thee, / 
when God was nailed in the flesh, // 
Who granteth peace unto our souls. 

Ode VI
Stretching forth his arms in the form of a cross / 
in the belly of the sea monster, / 
Jonah clearly prefigured the saving Passion. /  
And, issuing forth after three days, / 
he foreshadowed the transcendent resurrection of Christ God, / 
Who was nailed in the flesh // 
and enlightened the world by His rising on the third day. 
Ode VII
The mad command of the impious tyrant, / 
breathing forth threats and blasphemy hateful to God, / 
cast the people into confusion. / 
Yet the three children feared not the fury of the wild beasts, / 
nor the roaring blaze; / 
but, in the midst of the fire, / 
when the dew-bearing wind blew upon it, they sang: // 
O all-hymned God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!

Ode VIII
We praise, we bless, we worship the Lord, // 
praising and supremely exalting Him unto all the ages. 

O children equal in number to the Trinity: / 
bless ye God, the Father and Creator; / 
hymn ye the Word Who came down and transformed the fire into dew; / 
and the all-holy Spirit, Who giveth life unto all, // 
exalt ye supremely forever!

Ode IX
O Theotokos, thou art a mystical paradise, / 
which, untilled, did put forth Christ, / 
by Whom the life-bearing tree of the Cross was planted. / 
Wherefore, worshipping it as it is now raised aloft, // 
we magnify thee.