Supplicatory Canon to the Most Holy Mother of God of Consolation
A poem by Gerasimos Mikragiannanitos the Monk
Ode 1. Tone 8. Having crossed the sea.
O well-spring of divine compassion and consolation, receive the cries of our entreaties and rescue us from manifold afflictions.
As the queen of the angels and of all men, our salvation and refuge and consolation, O Mother of God, console us in every affliction.
Having been rescued long ago from attacks, pure Mother of God, we cry out to you with all our heart: from every looming threat, our Consolation, rescue us.
Having incorruptly borne the Creator, O Virgin full of grace and ever-virgin Mary, protect this monastery of yours unharmed by the corruption of passions and dangers.
Ode 3. Of the apse of Heaven.
O Virgin, by your attentive care always guide to the path of repentance and to the divine life those who faithfully take refuge in your venerable icon and glorify you, for you are our consolation.
Overwhelmed by a multitude of transgressions, I have fallen, and though I am despondent I faithfully cry to you: Lead me up from the abyss of deception, as you are our help, immaculate Virgin.
Your cheerful countenance is full of divine sympathy and looks down on us in your icon, wherefore we cry to you: bestow on us, your slaves, consolation and deliverance from dangers.
From a violent attack of pirates1 you long ago saved your monastery of Vatopaidi; but also preserve, our Consolation, this holy flock of yours from every anxiety.
Preserve from every painful misfortune, our Consolation and Mother of God, those who faithfully have recourse to your icon.
Tone 2. Fervent protection.
Your highly-honored icon has been lifted up and dedicated to your help as a well-spring of blessings, Virgin, gushing forth consolation and salvation of souls and mercy for those who run to it in fervent faith and offer you divine praise.
Ode 4. I have hearkened, O Lord.
Be the sacred solace of your monastery, which is dedicated to you, as you are the consolation of the faithful and their foundation, all-hymned Virgin.
Your all-honorable icon, in which your sweet countenance is seen, has become a mystical sanctuary for this monastery of yours, our Lady.
We magnify, immaculate Virgin, your great providence concerning us; for you give your abundant consolation to your suppliants.
From all anguish and attack of dangers and afflictions, guard us and keep us above them, highly favored virgin Mother of God.
Ode 5. Illumine us.
You are truly the Mother of God and the safe shelter of your divine monastery in Rhodes; therefore also everyone runs to you.
Your holy icon like a brilliant light spreads out the graces of the wealth of your kindness in Rhodes, Mother of God.
Ever fulfil sympathetically our requests as you are our true consolation, champion and support, O Mother of God.
O pure Virgin, sympathetically look from above on the Rhodians who reverently fall before you and honor your icon, O Mother of God.
Ode 6. I pour out my supplication.
The abbot of the monastery fulfilled the instruction of your words, Maiden, and averted its looming destruction. Wherefore also now remove far from us, our Consolation, every deceptive attack of our terrible enemy.
Your divine icon gushes forth streams of miracles, consoling Virgin, and pours water on the hearts of the reverent Rhodians unto salvific fruitfulness; wherefore we take refuge faithfully in your divine monastery, Mother of God.
The monastery of Vatopaidi has been wonderfully protected by your voice, O Virgin from the destructive attack of pirates; but even now deliver from every misfortune your monastery in Rhodes, whose boast is the invocation of your name in faith.
The faithful approaching with longing your holy temple, O Mother of God, receive consolation and divine mercy and healing of passions and they sing a hymn of thanksgiving to your great kindness.
Preserve, our Consolation and virgin Mother of God, those who faithfully take refuge in your icon from every painful adversity.
Tone 2. By the streams of your blood.
O refuge and fervent consolation, since you possess wondrous providence, we call you our consolation, for you console us in our afflictions; wherefore we proclaim your grace.
Prosomoion. Tone 6. Having placed all hope.
Ever-virgin Mother of the Creator of all, all-holy and immaculate Queen, great consolation and preservation of mortals: cause the commotion of temptations and misfortunes and of every affliction to abate, and provide consolation and healing to all our souls in your inexhaustible kindness; for because of your deeds, pure Virgin, the faithful reverently call you our consolation, singing hymns to you.
Ode 7. Out of Judea.
Having heard your divine voice, Maiden, the abbot was amazed; having seen your form, which was full of pity, he reverently called to you: Our Consolation, you are the virgin Mother of God.
By the spiritual cultivation of your fervent providence for your flock, we gather the fruits of your divine consolation and compassion, crying, Rejoice, pure Virgin, our protection.
By your attentive care, our pure consolation and Virgin Mother of God, guide to the path of the commandments of the Savior those who cry to you in faith: O God of our fathers, blessed are you.
With a sprinkling of divine dew of your fervent mediations, our pure Consolation, quench the coals of the unclean passions of those who faithfully cry to you: Rejoice, pure Virgin, blessed above all.
Ode 8. The King.
Glory of the angels and consoling Virgin, console the hearts2 of those who exalt exceedingly your unutterable Son.
O Maiden and Consolation, ever be the shelter, fortress and calm haven of this monastery, which honors you with longing.
Our Consolation, heal all who fall before your divine icon of the passions, diseases of body and sicknesses of heart.
We draw the greatest grace from your immaculate image, O Maiden and Consolation, when we fall before your venerable icon.
Ode 9. Fittingly the Mother of God.
O fiery throne of the king of all and inexhaustible well of compassion, O Virgin and Consolation, you preserve us.
We importune you to crush the very crafty serpent who creeps treacherously towards your flock, O Virgin and Consolation.
Be the champion and shelter for your monastery which looks to you unceasingly for your mediation, for you, O Virgin, are our consolation and our guardian.
We hymn your grace and protection, our Consolation and all-hymned Virgin, because you attend to us affectionately and ever save us.
1. Lit., an attack of piratical madness.
2. Lit., thoughts.