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Akathist Hymn to the Theotokos

anonymous tr., 1919

Chapter 3

Hymn

Reader. “I shall open my mouth and it will be filled with the Spirit, and I shall speak of the Queen and Mother, and men shall see me joyously honouring her, and I shall delight to sing of her wonders.”

Most holy Mother of God, save us.

Verses

When the great Archangel saw thee, O pure Maiden, the living Book of Christ, sealed by the Spirit, he cried unto thee: Hail, Vessel of gladness, through whom the curse of our first mother is loosed.

Most holy Mother of God, save us.

Hail, Virgin Bride of God, the uplifter of Adam and the Death-knell of Hades; hail, all-pure Maiden, the Palace of Him Who alone is King; hail, fiery Throne of the Almighty.

Glory be to the Father . . .

Hail, Briar whence blossomed forth only the Unfading Rose; hail, thou who didst bear the Apple of the goodly savour. Hail, unwedded Maiden, Fragrance of the King of All and preserver of the world.

Both now, and for ever . . .

Hail, Treasure-house of purity through which we rose from our fall; hail, Lady, sweet-scented Lily scattering perfume among the faithful; thou fragrant Incense and most precious Myrrh.