Irmos: Quenching the most pernicious power of the Chaldæan furnace, the youths cried out to the Creator, Who had descended in the guise of an Angel: Blessed and praised art Thou, O God of our fathers!
The hostility of the hordes of adversaries, visible and invisible, grew weak at the sight of the martyrs in their wounds, who were chanting: Blessed and praised art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: O ye who walk in the light of the Lord, come, let us hymn the divine portal of the King of kings, pure Mary who is truly the Theotokos, for she is the hope of our souls.
Having wed themselves to Thee, O Christ, casting aside kin and homeland and wealth, wounded with desire for Thee, those who fled to Thee for refuge loved Thee Who alone existest, O our Deliverer, God of our fathers!
The bloodlust of the barbarians did not daunt Thy lovers of desert service, O Christ; for they did not fear those who slay the body, holding fast to Thy commandment as an immovable foundation.
Having turned their desire from the world to Thee, and armed themselves solely against the spirit of sin, Thy favored ones pleased Thee, holding to most wise resolve, O Lord Christ.
Receiving within you the law graven upon the tablets of your hearts, O martyrs, ye preached the One God in Trinity, crying out to Him: Blessed and praised art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.