Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the fire stood in awe of the condescension of God; wherefore, the youths, dancing with joyous step in the furnace, as in a meadow, chanted: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Consuming the passions, like a dry branch, with the fire of prayer, and moistening your hearts with the dew of tears, tried like gold in the furnace of patience, ye shone forth with rays of the virtues, O venerable ones. Amazed thereby, we cry out to the Maker of all, Whom ye glorified by your way of life: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Truly ye were virgins, desert-dwellers, fasters, ascetics, earthly angels and heavenly men, O venerable ones, instructed by the grace of the Holy Spirit, to Whom we now cry out, honoring your memory: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: O Theotokos, who remained unconsumed by the fire of the Godhead and quenched the furnace of deception in the world, who bore in thy womb Him Who is upborne by the cherubim: With the dew of thy prayers quench thou the flame of the passions, that saved by thee we may unceasingly cry out to thy Son: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the children of Abraham trampled upon the flame of the furnace, crying aloud in hymns: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
A brother helped by a brother is like a strong city. Thus, O venerable ones, bearing one another’s burdens, and struggling in unity of mind, offering prayer to God with one mouth, delivered from the gaping maw of hell as from the lions’ jaws, like the children saved of old in the furnace, ye cried out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Among all generations thou hast been shown to be the blessed Virgin Mother who, in manner past understanding, gavest birth to the incarnate Word; wherefore, we hymn thee, O pure one.
Taught understanding which transcendeth recounting, and prophesying a most radiant lamp, O blessed one, thou criest out now: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Christ, Whom thou didst glorify, hath given thee thrice-radiant effulgence and a share in never-waning glory, for thou didst cry out: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.