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Irmos: Trampling down the fire and flame in the furnace, the divinely eloquent youths did chant: Bless the Lord, O ye works of the Lord!
¶2
Having a heart guided by God, O father, drive off the dark tempest of my passions and direct me to the haven of Thy serenity.
¶3
Theotokion: Who can tell of thy divine birthgiving, O Mary Theotokos? For every nature of mortals and angels is amazed and calleth thee blessed.
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Planted by the divine springs of the waters of love, thou didst grow the tree of thy life and didst produce the fruits of piety in due season.
¶5
As a physician of incurable infirmities and a dispeller of unclean spirits, O blessed George, heal thou the sickness of my sin.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.