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!
No one so confessed his sins, no one so declared his love for the Lord like thee, O holy hierarch. “I love my God, and count everything else to be as dust. Him alone do I seek, and unto Him alone do I desire to cleave!”, thou didst say.
Theotokion: Adam fell when the advice of Eve entered his ears; but, saved by thee, O Maiden, he ever chanteth unto thee with joy: Rejoice, restoration of our race! Rejoice, crushing of the serpent! Rejoice, all-wondrous correction of Eve!
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!
Thou wast a model for thy disciples, O father, and even when thou didst receive the honorable episcopate thou didst not flag in thy monastic struggles, but didst take even greater care, struggling in ascetic endeavors and vigils, in fasting and labors, until thou wast more like an angel than a man.
Theotokion: Rightly considering thee, O Theotokos, we acknowledge thee to be in manner past recounting the all-pure Bride of the incarnation of the Word, and His bridal-chamber and throne; and we glorify thy birthgiving.
Thou didst teach ancient Rome not to be troubled by its fall, O holy hierarch, for the city of God, the Church of Christ, will not fall utterly. The dogmas thereof thou didst widely elucidate, and thou didst earnestly summon all the people, faithful and infidel alike, to become its children.
With purity of mind thou didst receive rich grace from God, to do and say all for the profit of men’s souls, O divine preacher, blessing the God of our fathers.
Emulating the industrious bee, thou didst gather flowers of literature like honey, laying it up in thy heart and mind, and thereby thou hast sweetened the faithful.
Full of the grace of the Lord, in that thou art His true chosen one, be thou a mediator for us who cry out and chant: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.