Irmos, Tone 6:
An angel made the furnace sprinkle dew upon the righteous youths. / But the command of God consumed the Chaldeans / and prevailed upon the tyrant to cry: // Blessed art Thou, O God of our Fathers.
Wondrous is God in His saints the God of Israel.
Redeemed from the first transgression by Thy Blood, the martyrs, having been sprinkled with their own blood, plainly typify Thy sacrifice. Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers. Give rest, O Lord, to the soul of Thy servant who hath fallen asleep.
Thou didst slay Death the insolent, O Word, Master of Life; accept now him (her) who hath fallen asleep in faith, hymning Thee and saying: O Christ, blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit
Having ensouled me, a mortal, with Thy breath divine, O Master having divine power, do Thou vouchsafe Thy kingdom unto the departed, that he (she) may hymn Thee, O Savior; Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers.
Both now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen.
Higher than all creation didst thou become, O most-blameless one, when thou didst conceive God Who destroyed the gates and burst the bars of death; wherefore, we faithful magnify thee, O pure one, as the Mother of God.
Translated by Jordanville / saintjonah.org. Edition trebnik.en.saintjonah.