Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Having empurpled a royal robe with thy blood, and clothed thyself therein, bearing the invincible weapon instead of a scepter thou dost reign with the King of all, O Mocius, crying: Hymn ye the Lord, ye works, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: In thee were the journeys of the great King of hosts visible, which did away with the confusion of men, O portal of heaven, O maiden who knewest not wedlock; wherefore, we hymn and exalt thee supremely, O Virgin, forever.
Like the sun hath the memory of thy suffering shone forth today upon the world, illumining all and dispelling the darkness of demonic malice, O glorious Mocius; and thereon do we joyfully hymn thee, blessing Christ forever.
Making the blood of thy suffering a chariot, O divinely wise one, taken up to the heavens thou didst attain unto the ranks of the noetic hosts and the choirs of the martyrs. Standing with them before the Trinity, do thou ever pray for those who hymn thee.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.