Irmos: O all-hymned Lord God of our fathers, Who saved the children of Abraham in the fire, slaying the Chaldæans whom justice rightly overtook: blessed art Thou!
Like a golden dove protected by the sword of the Cross, thou didst destroy the Moslems who drew nigh unto thy city at night, and thus didst save the faithful from a vile death at their hands, O martyr.
Theotokion: Thou remainest a virgin even after giving birth, O thou who gavest birth unto God, and as a mother didst nourish Him Who sustaineth the world, O all-immaculate one. To Him do we cry, chanting: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Arrayed by thee as in purple and fine linen dyed scarlet, O Mistress Virgin Theotokos, thy city magnifieth Christ and glorifieth the arrival of thy precious image, which hath appeared outshining the rays of the sun and illumining with light undimmed those who sing aloud thy praises.
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!
Enduring multifarious tortures for the sake of Christ, O martyr, therein thou didst find bliss devoid of pain and death, crying: O all-hymned Lord God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
The tablets divinely inscribed by the finger of the Spirit did Moses break in anger; yet the all-glorious Creator Who made His abode within thee, O pure one, preserved thee unharmed. To Him do we chant: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
The wondrous priest, beholding thy wonders resplendent with miracles, magnified God, O Agrippina, and chanted in gladness: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Accept the entreaties of thy servants, O all-pure Virgin Theotokos. By thy supplications still thou the restless tempest, and drive away the councils of the adverse foe who fall upon thy flock, O most immaculate Mistress.
Bearing thy body up firmly against the passions with steadfast intent, O virgin, thou didst never experience womanly weakness, crying out to the Master: O Lord God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
By His nativity the Creator of all signified that thou alone art the helper of the human race, O Theotokos Mary, and the prophet prefigured thee: one as the gate, another as the bower of God. And we hymn thee as the Mother of God, our mediatress before God, our ally against all the evils which assail us.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.