Irmos: The most wise youths would not serve the golden idol, but walked
into the flames themselves, scorning the pagan gods. They sang
amid the flames and an Angel bedewed them with the words: The
prayer of your lips has been heard.
Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a new and right spirit within
me.
May this communion of Thine immortal Mysteries, the fountain of good, O
Christ, be my light, my life, and my dispassion. May it lead to progress
and the increase of divine virtues, only Good One, that I may glorify
Thee.
Cast me not away from Thy presence, and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me.
As I draw near to Thine immortal and divine Mysteries with love and
trembling, may I be delivered from passions, enemies, want, and every
sorrow. Grant that I may sing to Thee: blessed art Thou, Lord God of our
fathers.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever
and unto ages of ages. Amen.
To you who are full of the Grace of God and bore Christ the Savior beyond
understanding, I your servant pray--the impure praying to the Pure One:
cleanse me, who now wish to draw near to the most pure Mysteries, from
all defilement of flesh and spirit.