Irmos: When the golden image was worshipped on the plain of Dura, Thy three youths spurned the ungodly command, and, cast into the midst of the fire, bedewed, they sang: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Having made thy soul fertile with the plough of prayer, O divinely wise one, and sown it with abstinence and watered it with tears, thou didst reap the grain of purity and righteousness, and with the just thou criest out to Christ Who strengthened thee: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
On this festive day we celebrate thy blessed repose, O radiant one, whereon, bearing a lamp full of the oil of good works, thou didst enter into the splendid bridal chamber and now criest out to the Bridegroom of souls: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Theotokion: On thee, O Mistress, have I placed my trust with all my soul, and I hope for divine consolation from thee. Send down gracious assistance, showing me the path which leadeth up to the heavens, that I may chant: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
The souls of the saints, the choir of the righteous and the army of incorporeal intelligences received thee who joinest chorus with them, O right wondrous one, who art arrayed in the incorrupt vesture of glory and chantest with them: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.