Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
Having cultivated the field of thy mind, thou didst reap the grain of godly virtues and healings an hundredfold, O thou who art most rich.
Theotokion: He Who is utterly Infinite was contained within thy womb, O all-pure one, in His goodness saving me who am sunk in my many sins.
From of old there was a community of the saints in the cave wrought by God, known unto God alone; and emulating them and venerating the place of their struggles, O father Cornelius, thou didst lead a multitude of monks unto God.
Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
Thy holy shrine poureth forth a holy oil continually, sanctifying the souls who have recourse to thee with faith, O glorious one.
Theotokion: Still thou the raging storm of unbelief and cruelty, O Mother of God, and the grievous sufferings which threaten to devour those who glorify thee and venerate thine image; and help us, through the prayers of thy venerable one.
O venerable Cornelius, forsake not this monastery which was restored by thy sweat and labors, but preserve it, for even the enemy hath beheld thee protecting and strengthening it.
O holy hierarch, thou wast the washing away of illnesses, the expeller of evil demons, and the refuge of men of faith.
Thou ever healest the most painful sufferings of those who have recourse unto thee, O venerable one; for thou receivest grace from the Lord to work signs and wonders.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.