At the aposticha, Glory…, in Tone VIII —

We honor thee, O Andrew our father, as the instructor of a multitude of monks; for through thee have we truly come to know how to walk thy path aright. Blessed art thou who, laboring for Christ, didst denounce the power of the enemy, O converser with the angels, companion of the venerable and the righteous. Pray thou with them to the Lord, that our souls find mercy.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…” —

Troparion of the holy hierarch, in Tone IV —

The unblemished heifer, beholding her bullock nailed to the Tree of His own will, cried out, lamenting piteously: “Woe is me, O most beloved Child! How hath the ungrateful assembly of the Jews rewarded Thee, desiring to leave me bereft of Thee, my Child, O most Beloved!”

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…” —

Troparion of the venerable one, in Tone VIII —

The truth of things revealed thee to thy flock as a rule of faith, a model of meekness and teacher of piety. Wherefore, thou hast acquired exalted things through humility and riches through poverty. Entreat Christ God, O father Andrew, that our souls be saved.

O venerable father Andrew, word of thy corrections hath gone forth into all the earth; wherefore, thou hast found the reward of thy labors in the heavens, hast destroyed hordes of the demons and attained unto the ranks of the angels, whose life thou didst blamelessly emulate. As thou hast boldness before Christ God, beg peace for our souls.

In thee, O mother, that which was created according to the image of God was manifestly saved: for, accepting thy cross, thou didst follow after Christ; and, praying, thou didst learn to disdain the flesh, for thou didst transcend it, and to care for the soul as a thing immortal. Wherefore, thy soul rejoiceth with the angels, O venerable Martha.

“Pondering Thy seedless conception and ineffable birthgiving, I marvel exceedingly: How is it that it is Thy will to die as a malefactor, O my Son?” the all-holy one cried out, weeping.