Irmos: The Angel caused the furnace to pour forth dew upon the pious youths, and the command of God, which consumed the Chaldæans, prevailed upon the tyrant to cry out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Having acquired a snowy soul through the whiteness of the virtues, O father, thou becamest like unto the angels. Wherefore, thou joinest chorus with the angels and, rejoicing, criest out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Thee, O most immaculate and Ever-virgin Mother, have we acknowledged to be the salvation of men; for the Son Who is not separated from the bosom of the Father was incarnate of thee. Wherefore, blessed art thou from generation to generation!
From childhood thou didst truly offer thyself to thy Master as an unblemished sacrifice, through mortification of the pleasures, O venerable one; wherefore, rejoicing, thou criest out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
The torrents of thy tears quenched the fiery burning of the pleasures of the flesh, O father, and have become a dew of healing for those who ever cry out to Christ with faith: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.