Їрмо́съ: Те́лꙋ злато́мꙋ премꙋ̑дрыѧ дѣ́ти не послꙋжи́ша, и҆ въ пла́мень са́ми поидо́ша, и҆ бо́ги и҆́хъ ѡ҆брꙋга́ша, средѝ пла́мене возопи́ша, и҆ ѡ҆росѝ ѧ҆̀ а҆́гг҃лъ: ѹ҆слы́шасѧ ѹ҆жѐ ѹ҆́стъ ва́шихъ мл҃тва.
Yirmós: The lustral gold, wise children, did not serve, and themselves went into the flame, and their gods were abhorred; midst the flames they cried out, and an angel appeared and said: Harkening ye have heard your prayers.
Припѣ́въ: Се́рдце чи́сто сози́жди во мнѣ̀ бж҃е, и҆ дꙋ́хъ пра́въ ѡ҆бновѝ во ѹ҆тро́бѣ мое́й. И҆сто́чникъ бл҃ги́хъ, причаще́нїе, хрⷭ҇тѐ, безсме́ртныхъ твои́хъ ны́нѣ та́инствъ, да бꙋ́детъ мѝ свѣ́тъ, и҆ живо́тъ, и҆ безстра́стїе, и҆ къ преспѣ́ѧнїю же и҆ ѹ҆множе́нїю добродѣ́тели бжⷭ҇твеннѣйшїѧ хода́тайственно, є҆ди́не бл҃же, ꙗ҆́кѡ да сла́влю тѧ̀. Припѣ́въ: Не ѿве́ржи менє̀ ѿ лица̀ твоегѡ̀, и҆ д¦а твоегѡ̀ ст҃а́гѡ не ѿимѝ ѿ менє̀. Да и҆зба́влюсѧ ѿ страсте́й, и҆ врагѡ́въ, и҆ нꙋ́жды, и҆ всѧ́кїѧ ско́рби, тре́петомъ и҆ любо́вїю, со бл҃гоговѣ́нїемъ, чл҃вѣколю́бче, пристꙋпа́ѧй ны́нѣ къ твои̑мъ безсмє́ртнымъ и҆ бжⷭ҇твєннымъ та́йнамъ, и҆ пѣ́ти тебѣ̀ сподо́би: бл҃гослове́нъ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и бж҃е ѻ҆тє́цъ на́шихъ. Припѣ́въ: Прест҃а́ѧ бцⷣе, сп҃сѝ на́съ. Сп҃са хрⷭ҇та̀ ро́ждшаѧ па́че ѹ҆ма̀, бг҃обл҃года́тнаѧ, молю́ тѧ ны́нѣ ра́бъ тво́й, чⷭ҇тꙋю нечи́стый: хотѧ́щаго мѧ̀ ны́нѣ къ пречⷭ҇тымъ та́йнамъ пристꙋпи́ти, ѡ҆чи́сти всего̀ ѿ скве́рны пло́ти и҆ дꙋ́ха.
**Choir Response:** A pure heart fashion thee in me, O Lord, and a right spirit renew in my womb. Thou art the fount of all good, partaker, guardian, of thy immortal mysteries now, that I may be light, life, and impassibility, and to repose and increase in virtue most fervently, as an intercessor alone, nearest, for that I may glorify thee.
**Choir Response:** Do not forsake me from thy face, O Lord, and let thy saintly age not depart from me. That I may be delivered from passions, enemies, needs, and all sorrows, with trembling and love, with gladness, loving-kindness, now approach to thy immortal and intercessory mysteries, and be able to pray unto thee: Blessed art thou, O Father, our God.
**Choir Response:** Intercede for us, Theotokos. Pray for us, who call upon thee, O pure-begotten, most merciful, having read the unclean: of him that now wisheth to approach to thy ineffable mysteries, cleanse all from sin of body and spirit.