Irmos: The wise children did not bow to the golden image, but they themselves went into the flames and mocked the pagan gods. In the midst of the flames they cried out, and an angel sprinkled them with dew, saying: “The prayer of your lips is heard.”
Chorus: Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. (Bow)
May the communion of Your immortal Mysteries, Christ, now be a source of blessings for me: light, life, dispassion, a means to success in the highest perfection and to its increase, the only Good One, so that I glorify You.
Chorus: Do not cast me away from Your presence and do not take Your Holy Spirit from me. (Bow)
Approaching now with trepidation, love and reverence Your immortal and divine Mysteries, may I, Lover of Mankind, be delivered from suffering and enemies, from troubles and all sorrow. And deign me to sing to You: “Blessed are You, O Lord, God of our fathers!”
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and always, and forever and ever. Amen.
Having given birth to the Savior Christ in an incomprehensible way, blessed by God! I pray to You now, Thy servant, pure - unclean: who is now preparing to begin the most pure Mysteries, cleanse me entirely from the impurity of flesh and spirit.