Irmos: The children of Abraham in the Persian furnace, afire with love of piety more than with the flame, cried out: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Theotokion: In strange manner thou didst conceive the Word of the Father in thy womb, O all-pure Virgin, and gavest birth to Him in the flesh for those who cry: Blessed art thou among women, O most immaculate Mistress!
Enriched with divine understanding, O ever-memorable martyr Eulampius, thou didst truly put down all the retribution of the impious, chanting: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the youths who had come forth from Judæa trod down the flame of the furnace with their faith in the Trinity, chanting: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Theotokion: O Virgin Theotokos, pray to thy Son for us who with faith have recourse to thy mercy and worship Him, that we may be delivered from tribulations and temptations.
Running surely, O athletes, ye divinely united yourselves to the love of the Creator, chanting with soul and body: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
O father Hilarion, having withdrawn from the world, abandoning all that is therein and considering it but dung, thou didst cleave unto the elders Leo and Macarius, and hast received from Christ the authority to drive out evil spirits.
Isaacius, the compassionate monk, comforted those who came to him, helping them in every way, as parents help their children.
No prophet is without honor, save only in his own house, for they drove away all the prophets; and thou, O venerable father Barsanuphius, being driven out, wast vouchsafed blessedness, having endured exile for righteousness’ sake.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.