Irmos: Stretching forth his hands, Daniel shut the lions’ mouths in the pit; and the young lovers of piety, girded about with virtue, quenched the power of the fire, crying out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
O all-wise one, thou hast truly made thine abode in the royal city on high, which the Lord founded and hath prepared for the saints who place their hope on Him and cry out with faith: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Theotokion: Thou alone hast shown forth a mystery truly strange under the sun, O pure one, for thou gavest birth to God, invisible and unoriginate, unbounded by any thing, and unapproachable. To Him do we cry: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Him Who was seen on the throne of glory and was nailed to the tree of the Cross in His fleshly nature, do ye hymn, ye children; bless, ye priests; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Irmos: Christ God, Who appeared in the guise of an angel in the fiery furnace of the chanting youths, do ye hymn, O children, and bless, O priests! Ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
With love thou didst endure the infliction of wounds, O excellent one, and by thy starvation thou didst serve them as everlasting sweetness and sustenance, and abiding joy, unto those who cry: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Theotokion: Her who ineffably and without seed conceived and gave birth to Christ God, the joy of the whole world, do ye hymn, ye children; bless, ye priests; ye people, exalt her supremely for all ages!
Him Who formed a cross with all-pure light from Golgotha to the holy mountain do ye hymn, ye children; bless, ye priests; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Easily and right quickly didst thou engage thine adversaries in battle, O thou who art most rich, having Christ as thine invincible Ally, Helper and Aid contending with thee; to Him do we cry out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Glorifying One of the Trinity Who illumineth the whole world with the radiance of the Cross, hymn, ye children; bless, ye priests; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
O blessed and all-praised Acacius, having been so named, thou didst have a life which was innocent and blameless, adorned with the blood of suffering and made beautiful by the virtues of martyrdom; and thou didst cry: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.