At the Aposticha, these stichera, in Tone III—

Glory..., in Tone VIII—

“The night is far spent, the day is at hand; let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light!” didst thou cry, O blessed Bridget, calling virgins and widows to thy convent, and guiding them on the path to salvation.

Troparion, in Tone IV—

Stichos: Wondrous is God in His saints, the God of Israel.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Troparion of the forefeast, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “The choir of angels…”—

Burning with zeal for the glory of God, and taking thought for the enlightenment of thy homeland, thou didst cry to the sisters of thy convent, O wise Bridget: “Knowing the truth, let us not close our mouths before any man, but let us preach aloud the Orthodox Faith, for the salvation of our souls!”

Stichos: Blessed are all they that fear the Lord, that walk in His ways.

Emulating Abraham, who offered hospitality to the three Angels at the oak of Mambre, by founding a house of God in a grove of oaks, thou didst make ready a dwelling-place for the all-holy Trinity, O most honored Bridget. Wherefore, interceding for thy people, as did the patriarch of old, by thy bold entreaties thou didst avert the wrath of God therefrom.

Having a pure gaze and a mind undefiled, O venerable one, thou wast vouchsafed to behold Christ, the noetic Sun. Him do thou entreat, O Bridget, that He grant us enlightenment and great mercy.

Now & ever…:, of the forefeast, in Tone II—

The sacred Virgin brought the Sacred One to the high priest in the temple, and Symeon, stretching forth his hands, received Him, rejoicing, and cried out: “Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, O Lord, according to Thy word!”

Instructed by the discourse of the holy Patrick, thou didst arrive at the uttermost west, heralding the Orient which hath visited us from on high. Wherefore, we bless thee, O venerable mother Bridget, and cry out to thee: Pray thou in behalf of our souls.

The celestial choir of the angels of heaven, coming to earth, behold the Firstborn of all creation Who is come, borne into the temple as a Babe in the arms of the Mother who knew not man. Wherefore, with us they chant hymns of the forefeast, rejoicing.