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!
Aflame with the divine love of the Spirit, when thou wast laid upon the intensely heated couch thou didst remain unconsumed, crying: Blessed art Thou, O my God and Lord!
Theotokion: With the choirs on high we all cry out to thee: Rejoice, O Mother of God, thou animate heaven, most glorious palace, and fiery throne upon which Christ rested in the flesh!
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!
Remaining as though it was not thou thyself, but another who was suffering, thou didst pay no heed to thy mutilation and burning, sensing nought, in accordance with the will of Christ, having passed on to God wholly in mind.
Standing in the midst of the tribunal, with the wisdom of thy words didst thou reprove those who were full of ignorance, were manifestly afflicted with impiety and preferred demonic idols to the Creator.
Join chorus, ye assemblies of the faithful, and chant unto the King Who is enthroned in the highest, for blessed and wonderful is our God, the great Lover, and awesome is the heavenly Sion and glorified forever.
Thy land hath been shown to be a vale of weeping: burning fire hath come and embraced it; yet do not mourn, O brethren, for, like the bush which burned but was not consumed, the temple of Sion is glorious forever.
Thee do we have, the bestower of dew, and we in nowise fear the winds which arise in the desert; for we beseech thee, the all-pure one, and cry out to thee thus: Revive thy garden, and it shall be glorious forever!
Mine enemies have set a deceitful word upon me, and the horn of the disobedient doth crush me. Even my friends have abandoned me; but do thou not forsake me, O Mistress, and save me, for thou art the Mother of my God, and thy temple is glorious forever.
Betroth me to thy holiness, O Ever-virgin, and I shall not be afraid of the darkness of mine enemies who have grievously assailed me; and I shall cry out to thee thus: O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou art the holy city and glorious forever!
The cherubim, seraphim and all the armies of heaven hymn thee, the all-blessed one, and, crying out, they say: There is no temple save thee, and it is all-glorious forever!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.