Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
Theotokion: I have thee as my helper, and am not put to shame, O all-pure Mother of God. I have thee as mine intercessor, and I fear not mine enemies.
Shining with beams of the grace of the threefold Sun, illumine with splendor those who celebrate thy feast, and deliver us from the demonic darkness of the passions, O all-glorious Alexander.
O ye kings and princes, priests and nobles, elders and youths, ye people of every age: leap up with splendor, and magnify the memory of the blessed one in hymns!
As the beloved son of the Light, thou hast now passed over to divine light, and with joy now joinest chorus with the angels’ choirs.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.