Ode 7. Irmos.

‘When the golden image was being worshipped on the plain of Deïra, your three Youths trampled down the godless decree. Cast into the midst of the fire they were bedewed as they sang, ‘Blessed are you, the God of our Fathers’’.

By the wealth of your loving kindness, O Christ, you chose to approach the waters naked, so clothing me, stripped naked by the treachery of the Boaster, with a sacred robe. I sing the praise of your compassion and I worship your wondrous dispensation.

‘What is this great dispensation of yours towards us, O Christ? What this poverty? What this ineffable condescension beyond understanding?’ said John when he saw you stripping yourself naked and commanding that you be baptized by him.

You set alight, like a lamp, your sacred flesh in the midst of Jordan and sought out the image which had been befouled by sin and the passions; and when you had found it you made it fait by your Baptism, loving Lord, therefore we sing your praise.