Irmos: I will open my mouth, and with the Spirit will it be filled; and I shall utter discourse unto the Queen and Mother, and shall appear, keeping splendid festival; and, rejoicing, I will hymn her wonders.
Theotokion: Having received thy Creator incarnate of thy seedless womb in manner past understanding, as He Himself desired, O pure one, thou hast truly been shown to be the Mistress of all created beings.
O Mistress, illumine our souls with divine radiance, with thy grace which passeth understanding, and grant me the bountiful gift to hymn thee as the helper of human nature, O all-hymned one, faithful ally against all heresies for our pious Orthodox hierarchs.
Irmos: Traversing the deep on foot, as though it were dry land, and seeing the tyrant Pharaoh drowned, Israel cried aloud: Let us chant unto God a hymn of victory!
Come ye, let us gather together, O ye assemblies of Russia, in the all-honorable temple of the most immaculate Mistress, and let us chant with compunction, praying before the precious image, and crying aloud: O Theotokos who knewest not wedlock, save those who praise thee!
The most godly Luke, the divinely eloquent recorder of the glad tidings of Christ, in painting thy most precious image, O Mother of God, depicted the Creator of all in thine honored arms. And those who have recourse thereto thou deliverest from perils and grief, and coverest all with thy mercy.
The Creator of all, finding thee alone to be an all-comely temple, made His abode within thee and hath deified men. Pray thou to Him for us, O Theotokos, that He save us from capture by the heathen and from every other tribulation which assaileth us, that with all honor we may celebrate the meeting of thine image today.
Through the supplications of Thy martyrs, O Christ God, raise me up to the light of repentance who am held fast by the wicked sleep of my deeds in the night of this life, that I may glorify Thee.
Illumined by the daybreak of the noetic Sun and having become children of the day, O martyrs, with might ye destroyed all the gloom of the idols.
Having tasted delight from lips that let drop the sweetness of divine wisdom, thou didst truly cast up the poison of thy former ignorance, O divinely blessed Adrian.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.