Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
With unceasing voices do the seraphim hymn thee, O ever-Virgin; the choirs of the saints know not their fill of thy praises; all creation doth glorify thee without ceasing. And shall we alone remain silent? Yet, daring to hope on thy mercy, though unworthy, we glorify thee forever.
All creatures shall in no wise cease to rejoice in thee, O Theotokos; for lo! as the apostle hath said, tongues may cease and knowledge vanish away, but love never faileth. Wherefore, unto the ages shall they chant praises offered to thee in love.
Tell us, O most pure one, what fitting praise can our infirmity offer thee? With what eyes dare we gaze upon thy precious image? Yet, as thou art good, disdain not now our hymns, and in the land of our earthly sojourn reveal to us the form of thy most radiant countenance, that we may glorify thee forever.
Surrounding thine ever-worshipful image in fear and love, O Mistress, laying aside all earthly cares and raising our spiritual eyes to the heavens, we taste the sweetness of paradise aforetime, which do thou vouchsafe us to enjoy that, obtaining everlasting life and salvation, we may joyfully hymn thee forever.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.