Irmos: I rise at dawn unto Thee, the Creator of all, Who passest all worldly understanding; for Thy commandments are light, wherein do Thou direct me.
Thou wast like unto Adam the first-created when thou didst purify thy soul by many sorrows, vigils and prayers, and didst array it in man’s primal beauty. And the wild beasts submitted themselves to thee, sensing in thee the odor of paradise and the kingdom.
Theotokion: The choir of holy angels hymn thy majesty, O all-immaculate one, and I, a sinner, entreat thee: Drive far from me the ugly phantasies of the demons, preserving my heart in tranquillity.
The river of the gifts which are within thee doth water every heart, O venerable one, and richly granteth health unto all; and it moveth all to glorify God, Who hath glorified thee and honored thee with all manner of wonders.
Irmos: O Christ my Savior, enlightenment of those who lie in darkness and salvation of the despairing: rising early unto Thee, O King of the world, may I be enlightened by Thy radiance, for I know none other God than Thee.
Restraining the passions of the senses with the reins of abstinence and with constant prayer, thou didst attain the summit of dispassion; wherefore, we fall down before thee, as before a gracious physician, crying: Cure us of the passions and prompt us to do good works!
Theotokion: For us hast thou given birth unto a newborn Babe, Who before the ages was begotten of the unoriginate Father, O Maiden. Him do thou entreat as thy Son and God, that He spare those who, with a pure soul, proclaim thee to be the Theotokos.
The earthly emperor clearly recognized thee as a true servant of the heavenly King, full of divine gifts, O blessed one, when thou didst come to him, proclaiming the great Physician, Who is God.
Desiring mystically to labor for God alone, thou madest thine abode in a cave, striving to bury the passions of the flesh, that thou mightest resurrect thy soul, illumined with the effulgence of heaven, receiving a foretaste of the eternal Pascha.
Emulating the hospitable character of Abraham, thou didst open the doors of thy house unto all, and wast all things to all men, mindful of those who were in evil straits, O blessed Spyridon.
Thou didst enter the noetic paradise of the virtues, where thou didst produce multifarious flowers of good works, whereby thou emittest sweet fragrance in the world even to this day, O father Herman.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.