Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the fire stood in awe of the condescension of God; wherefore, the youths, dancing with joyous step in the furnace, as in a meadow, chanted: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Blessed and all-glorious art thou forever, O boast of Christians, joy and gladness of all, O Mary, Bride of God; for thou pourest forth joy upon all who cry out to thy Son: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Delivered from the fire, the children joyfully hymned the Savior and Deliverer; and thou, O hieromartyr, while burned by the material fire, wast delivered from the everlasting flame, crying: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Irmos: The three children would not bow down before the golden image, the object of the Persians’ worship, but chanted in the midst of the furnace: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Theotokion: I am a vessel full of the passions, O all-holy Virgin Theotokos, and fear ultimate death and the threat of the fire. But do thou save me who am perishing, O all-pure one, and gird my spirit about with strength, that, bursting the bonds of sin, I may chant in thanksgiving: Blessed art thou who gavest birth to Him Who hath delivered the captives!
In the midst of fiery torture, like the three children thou didst direct thy mind and heart unto the Lord, O holy hierarch, crying: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
In the kingdom of heaven thou joinest chorus with the children and with all the saints, O blessed one, and joyfully chantest unto the never-waning Light: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Abiding alone in solitude before, O Methodius, thou didst make thy soul like a divinely planted garden; but later, undertaking the apostolic preaching with the divinely wise Cyril, thou didst labor in the lands of the Slavs, where, unburnt by the fire of impiety like the youths in the furnace, ye chanted: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Thou didst best the Jews and Saracens in argument, O all-wise Cyril, and didst enlighten the land of the Khazars with holy baptism, freeing a multitude of captives, and didst transform brackish water in an arid wilderness into potable water; and, saved by thee, the people chanted: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
O venerable fathers, ye were vessels chosen to bear the name of the Lord before the nations; wherefore, the Slavic peoples desired to be illumined by the light of your doctrine. And ye deemed it better to exchange the sweetness of solitude for apostolic labor, that ye might win a great many for Christ; and together with them ye chant: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.