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!
He Who of old saved the children who prefigured thine ever-virginity, O all-immaculate Mother, hath now raised up a sick maiden, moved by thy fervent mediation. Wherefore, we cry out to Him: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Rod and staff have been taken away from us, neither have we any worthy sacrifice or goodly gift to offer thee, O Mistress; yet with contrite heart may we be accepted like the youths of old, that with thankful mouths we may cry out to thy mighty Son: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
We have forsaken Thee: do not forsake us! We have forgotten Thee: forget not us! We have sinned, yet we cry out in repentance: Save us, O Word of the Father, Christ the King, Son of the Virgin, that, praising her intercession, we may cry out to Thee: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
To her whom Thou hast chosen out of all generations, whom Thou hast exalted far above all creation, whom Thou hast given as intercession for Thine anointed, be Thou well pleased to hearken when she offereth entreaty in our behalf, O blessed God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.