Irmos: When the golden image was worshipped on the plain of Dura, Thy three youths spurned the ungodly command, and, cast into the midst of the fire, bedewed, they sang: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Christ, of His own will sleeping in the flesh as one dead in the tomb, hath awakened the dead who have been sleeping in hades from ages past, and by His life-bearing resurrection hath raised them up who chant: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Weak human nature, clothed in mighty strength at the resurrection of thine Offspring, O all-glorious Virgin, and arrayed with valor against death, doth glorify thee, the pure Mother of immortality and life.
Holding the sword of divine words like a knife, O wise one, thou didst pierce the hearts of the impious and wound the deceitful iniquities of the adversary; and thou didst cry out: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Though thou wast crippled by thine enemies, thou wast not shaken in soul nor cast down, for thou didst have Christ guiding thee and strengthening thee in steadfastness. To Him didst thou cry out and chant in thanksgiving, O Sabbas: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Thou didst trample the dead foe under thy feet, O athlete, and didst take those deluded by him as plunder; and thou gavest them to the Master of all, and they cry out with understanding: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.