¶1
Irmos: The children in Babylon did not fear the flame of the furnace, but, cast into the midst of the fire, bedewed, they sang: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
¶2
Theotokion: O Virgin, thou wast the Mother of all-wise Wisdom Who wisely guideth all with natural goodness. Blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, O most pure one!
¶3
Thou didst illumine the whole world with the radiance of martyrdom, chanting to Christ in purity of thought and soul: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
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The most sacred celebration of thy corrections, which shineth with a heavenly light, illumineth those who cry: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.