Irmos: The divinely wise youths worshipped not a creation rather than the Creator, but, manfully trampling the threat of the fire underfoot, they rejoice, chanting: Blessed art Thou, the all-hymned God of our fathers!
Rejoice, rejoice, O Theotokos Hodegitria, who ever directest all the faithful ever to tread path that leadeth to salvation! Rejoice, O Mistress, for through thee are we ever delivered from present misfortunes at the hands of the barbarians!
Theotokion: At the word of the archangel, O Maiden, thou gavest birth to the Word of the Father, Who, by His word, created heaven and earth; and thou dost glorify Him, O all-pure one, Who bestoweth speech upon those who now believe on Him with purity.
Irmos: The children of Abraham in the Persian furnace, afire with love of piety more than with the flame, cried out: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Rejoice, rejoice, O Hodegitria, who keepest vigil and prayest for us to God, and deliverest all men from every evil and all tribulations by thy mediation, O Theotokos!
Rejoice, rejoice, O all-holy Hodegitria, who fulfillest for us our petitions which are profitable, and ever desirest good and loving unity for all, and who dost hasten to deliver us!
Rejoice, rejoice, O Hodegitria, who deliverest the faithful who sail aboard ships tempest-tossed, who art the deliverance of all from every tribulation, and quickly curest divers lingering illnesses!
Loving Christ with all your mind as the One Who is unique in goodness, ye have received the best portion, the kingdom of heaven, in that ye are truly all-glorious.
Honored by the Word, Who hath shone forth upon us from the Virgin, with discourse and sacred deeds, ye showed yourselves to be saviors of the faithful, transforming their ignorance, O blessed ones of God.
O Nicanor, thou didst suffer strangely, cut down by the malice of the impious Jews and brought to Christ like a lamb, crying out: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.