Irmos: Madly did the Chaldæan tyrant heat the furnace sevenfold for the pious ones; but, beholding them saved by a higher Power, he cried out to the Creator and Deliverer: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Thou hast now made thine abode where the habitation of those who rejoice is, O confessor and champion of the Truth; and light hath shone upon thee, O most wise one, as upon a righteous man who suffered the torments of the martyrs. With them thou also dost cry out: Ye priests, bless; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: Blot out the wounds of my soul and the stripes inflicted upon me by sin, O all-pure Mother of God who through thy virginal womb gave birth unto Him Who is over all, O pure Maiden. Him do the children bless, priests hymn, and people exalt supremely for all ages!
Thou hast received a crown of endurance, O thou who art pleasing unto God; for thou didst dwell in a bitter exile, expecting to receive the reward of thy suffering, and wast not mistaken in thy goodly hope, crying out now to Christ: Ye priests, bless; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
With manifest splendor is thy commemoration, radiant with the light of confession, now celebrated, O God-bearer; for thou didst honor the images of Christ, of the Theotokos and of all the saints, and with them dost thou now cry out: Ye priests, bless; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.