Ode 7. Irmos.

‘In Babylon the Youths did not quail at the flame of the furnace, but cast into the midst of the flame they were refreshed with dew and sang: Blessed are you, O Lord, the God of our Fathers’.

Assenting to a hostile head, let no one move craftily to render wickedly to their neighbour, meditating wickedness for wickedness; but with love let us honour the Lord who has appeared.

As many of you as are friends of Christ, but a little distressed for him who has been formed and appeared like us, and who hastens to receive Baptism for the purifying of his image.

Whoever goes down with me and is entombed by Baptism, with me will enjoy glory and resurrection, Christ now promises; let us go to meet him with faith.