Irmos: The divinely wise youths worshipped not a creation rather than the Creator, but, manfully trampling the threat of the fire underfoot, they rejoice, chanting: Blessed art Thou, the all-hymned God of our fathers!
Theotokion: O Mistress, Queen of the world, who gavest birth to Christ the King, deliver the Imperial City from corruption, earthquake and the attack of the heathen, for it chanteth: Blessed is the Fruit of thy womb!
When thy head was severed, light shone upon the vain-minded; and the tyrant was thrown into confusion, beholding it as though it were alive. Yet being dead in mind, O all-glorious one, he did not understand how to cry out: Blessed art Thou, O God!
Thou didst cast off the vile raiment of mortality, O glorious one, and through grace didst clothe thyself in the beauteous garments of immortality. Wherefore, rejoicing, thou criest out to thy Master: Blessed art Thou, O God!
With the fire of endurance thou didst consume the flammable falsehood of the enemy, and hast been shown to be a divinely radiant star of healings, O martyr, emitting beams upon those who cry aloud: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.