Irmos: United in the unbearable fire, yet unharmed by its flame, the pious youths chanted a divine hymn in intercession: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Neither thy weakness, thine advanced age, nor the blindness of thine eyes was able to hinder thy mediation for the people before those in authority, whom thou didst beseech to deal mercifully with them, rather than make them victims, that they themselves might find mercy with the Lord. And now, as thou art in heaven, deprive us not also of thy mediation.
Theotokion: Our sins consume the good intentions of our soul with the likeness of unbearable fire; wherefore, we fall down before thee, as to the Mistress of heaven and earth, crying: Bedew thou our hearts, that every good work may spring forth!
Thou didst extinguish the furnace of the passions with divine outpourings of the divine Spirit, O father, and didst pour forth a dew which taketh away the fever of the ailing who ever have recourse unto thee in faith, O blessed Spyridon, thou who art most rich.
Irmos: Once, in Babylon, the fiery furnace divided its activity at the command of God, consuming the Chaldæans, but bedewing the faithful, who chant: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Thy forest cell rang with angelic hymnody when thou didst chant alone, so that the people marvelled exceedingly. And an angel likewise served thee, sanctifying the waters with the blessing of the Jordan, when thou didst cry: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: Heal thou the passions of my heart with thy mercy, O all-hymned one; calm thou my mind, enlighten my soul, and guide me to walk the paths of salvation, that I may ever hymn thee, O all-hymned one.
Guileless, upright, meek, merciful, not mindful of the wrongs done thee, loving and hospitable wast thou, a most sacred hierarch, adorned with the wisdom of Orthodoxy, O venerable one. Wherefore, we honor thee with faith.
Arrayed in the robe of salvation and the vesture of gladness which was woven of thy manifold labors and tribulations, thou didst enter into the bridal-chamber of Christ the King, where, with the choirs of the angels and the apostles, thou dost partake eternally of the banquet of joy.
Of old, the dead woman, when thou didst question her, made reply unto thee as though alive, O father. Oh, most excellent wonder! Oh, most glorious mystery! Oh, the grace which thou didst receive, adorned with an angelic life, O right wondrous one!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.