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!
Cleaving unto the Lord with unceasing prayer, thou didst serve Him alone; and thou didst pass over from these earthly vales to the mansions of heaven by thy blessed repose, joyfully chanting: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Blessed is the Fruit of thy blessed womb, Whom the heavenly hosts and the assemblies of the venerable bless, and Who hath delivered us from the ancient curse, O blessed one.
Thou didst prefer nought that is of earth to that which is heavenly, and wast tried like gold in the crucible, laboring in monastic tasks, and ever crying aloud: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Thy tomb, O venerable one, is shown to be full of healing by the grace of Christ; and hastening to it with faith and receiving healing, we cry aloud to Him Who glorifieth His favored ones: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.