Irmos: O Almighty Deliverer of all, descending into the midst of the flame Thou didst bedew the pious youths and didst teach them to chant: Bless and hymn the Lord, all ye works!
Theotokion: Before thy birthgiving, O Theotokos, death was fearsome to men, but in latter times it was held by the saints to be an arena wherein they won life everlasting.
O all-blessed ones, your precious blood, gushing forth, hath sanctified all creation, making you martyrs by the magnitude of its flow; for ye radiantly proclaimed God Who died for your sake.
O divinely eloquent martyrs, mightily aiding us all, ye have shown yourselves to be the indestructible foundation of the Church, the mighty bulwark of the faithful, surer than any earthly rampart.
The earth containeth your precious bodies, O God-bearers, but heaven holdeth your souls; wherefore, rejoice with the angels, O martyrs, chanting to the Lord the thrice-holy hymn: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.