Irmos: Madly did the Chaldæan tyrant heat the furnace sevenfold for the pious ones; but, beholding them saved by a higher Power, he cried out to the Creator and Deliverer: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: O Ever-virgin, thou steadfast helper of the faithful, deliver me from the deception of the wicked serpent who wageth cruel warfare and doth strive to bring me down; for thou art the sure guide of those who set their hope on thee and cry out without ceasing: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
With divine guidance thou didst sail unharmed over the tumultuous sea of dangers and torments, drowning the serpent in the abyss of thy struggles, O martyr. Wherefore, thou didst safely reach the havens of paradise, crying out: Ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
By thy life-creating struggles thou didst slay the cruel serpent, and didst lull to sleep wild beasts by standing in prayer; and thou didst remain untouched by the harm they could wreak, chanting to the Creator, O Christina: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
With a voice of life thou didst raise up one who had died of the venom in a serpent’s sting, O martyred passion-bearer; for God Who hath trampled down death by His divine burial heard thy prayers, O Christina. To Him dost thou cry out unceasingly: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.