Irmos: In the furnace the Hebrew children boldly trod the flame underfoot and transformed the fire into dew, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!
Theotokion: Thou didst block the stream of death, having given birth unto the immortal God, O thou who alone art the pure Theotokos. To Him do we now chant with faith: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!
Ye have been shown to be embers aflame with the divine fire of the Comforter, burning up the tinder of malice and enlightening the faithful forever, O God-bearers.
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!
Theotokion: The furnace prefigured thy birthgiving, O most immaculate one; for it did not consume the youths, just as the fire which none can withstand did not consume thy womb. Wherefore, we beseech thee: Deliver thy servants from everlasting fire.
Having mortified thy body with fasting, thou didst make it subject to thy spirit, O Dalmatus, and with the torrents of thy spiritual tears thou didst drown the malice of the enemy forever, O God-bearer.
Having found a blessed end, ye dwell in the kingdom of heaven and have joined the choirs of the venerable. O fathers, cry out with them: O Lord God, blessed art Thou!
Thou didst travel far from thy city and homeland, and stretching forth thy hands unto God didst find salvation; and over waters which were made obedient to thee by the hand of God, thou didst reach Novgorod the Great, where thou wast pleasing unto the Master, to Whom thou now dost joyfully chant: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
With thy wondrous and supernatural arrival thou didst fill the hierarch of Great Novgorod, the Christ-loving people and a multitude of monks with joy and spiritual gladness; for with Christ as thy companion thou didst arrive on a stone, as upon a boat, O father. To Him thou dost now joyfully cry out: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
The assemblies of monastics join chorus and the multitudes of the peoples of Novgorod the Great rejoice in the honored passing of the most blessed Anthony, celebrating a feast of supplication; and with all their soul they joyfully cry out: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.