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!
Theotokion: Of old, O Virgin Mother, thy birthgiving was prefigured in images; for as the furnace did not consume the youths, so did the divine Fire leave thy womb unburnt, O pure one.
God hath shown thee forth to the lands of Russia as glorious in miracles, O Alexander, and hath adorned thee with heavenly gifts. Him do thou beseech, that He have mercy on us all.
Like the dawn, like the radiant day hath thy festival appeared, enlightening our hearts and all who praise thee with faith, O all-glorious Alexander.
The day of festivity, the feast of gladness hath dawned! Let us make haste, O ye faithful, purifying our souls and bodies! For, lo! the godly Alexander summoneth us!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.