Ode 7. Irmos.

‘An Angel made the furnace moist with dew for the holy Youths; while God’s command consuming the Chaldeans in the flame persuaded the tyrant to cry out: Blessed are you, O God of our Fathers’.

How will the streams receive you, O Christ, who are the torrent of delight? How will the Forerunner stretch out his hand upon you, who fashioned him with your hand, and who have brought us out of the hand of the evil one?

You, Lord, are a stream of goodness; how have come to the streams of Jordan seeking waters of incorruption? To give drink to those who by the envy of the serpent had been brought under corruption by evil eating.

Let the mountains drop down gladness and the mountains leap for joy as they exult; let rivers clap their hands: Christ has appeared, has come to bury the faults of mortals in the river.