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!
Beholding a soberminded harlot who served God day and night, and marvelling at her struggle, let us cry out in compunction to Christ our Savior: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Theotokion: Deprive us not of thy consolation, O divine joy of the world, for on thee alone have we placed all our hope, O Mary, blessed Theotokos.
Thou hast truly been shown to be an abyss of divine corrections, drowning all the might of the enemy therein. Wherefore, thou hast chanted: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
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!!
Having committed thy corruptible treasures to material fire and utterly consumed thy passions and sins with the fire of repentance, to the divine Spirit Who bedewed thy soul thou didst cry out, O Thais: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Theotokion: The Word of God, Who sitteth on the throne of the Father, strangely and awesomely made His abode within thee, O Theotokos, and lifted up our nature, exalting it in Himself, in that He is compassionate.
Divinely melting body and soul like pure gold in a crucible, O honored Pelagia, thou didst show forth thy pristine beauty as most lustrous through exceeding great abstinence.
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!
“Make Thou my sins as white as wool; cleanse Thou my leprous soul!” I cry to Thee with Thais, O blessed God of our fathers.
Theotokion: O all-pure Mistress, who alone art the hope of salvation for all, who in awesome manner gavest birth to Christ, the King of kings, and didst bear Him in thine arms as a babe: He is worshipped in depictions, as the fathers say.
Having truly shed the first garment of the passions and the corrupt man in the divine font, O glorious one, thou didst put on the new man, conforming to Christ.
The heresiarchs are vanquished by the dogmas of the divinely eloquent men who rightly render the honor they accord images to the prototypes, as Basil the Great hath said. Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Today the temples, adorned with splendid icons, are made beautiful; wherefore, in the churches the world doth raise a song unto Him Who is more comely in beauty than all men, and it singeth: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
The light hath far outshone the darkness, and the ungodly are driven off. Wherefore, all things are filled with the light of Christ, the Bestower of light, and they cry aloud with gladness and say: Blessed is the God of our fathers!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.