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!
From the wheel of fire did He Who delivered the three youths from the furnace save thee, O martyr, who chanted in thanksgiving: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Theotokion: Thou hast shown forth her who gave birth unto Thee as a treasury of salvation and a wellspring of incorruption, a tower of confirmation and portal of repentance for those who cry: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
As Thou didst desire to arrange our salvation, O Savior, with miracles Thou dost glorify Thy favored ones who cry out to Thee: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
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!
Thou dost go up to the heavens with the virgins as a lamp-bearer, in that thou didst mightily endure the burning of torches, when thou didst chant: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Theotokion: The worshipful Word loved thee, who alone art a Virgin pure and incorrupt, and the Incarnate One made Himself a whole man through thee, O Maiden, and hath glorified Charitina with miracles.
Him Whose will is mercy, to Whom the Virgin Mother gave birth, entreat ye, O holy hierarchs of Christ Peter, Alexis, Jonah, Philip, Hermogenes & Tikhon, that from our transgressions, from misfortunes and evils, He deliver us who cry out: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Rebuked by thine endurance, the all-iniquitous one bound thy hands and feet and cast into the depths thee who chanted: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
A treasury of salvation and a wellspring of healing were ye, O favorites of God, and instructors in repentance for those who cry out: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
With thy divine discourse thou didst denounce the mindlessness of the enemy, O martyr, and by sufferings didst make up thy lack of the pangs of childbirth, crying: Blessed art Thou, O Lord my God!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.