Irmos: I will sacrifice to Thee with a voice of praise, O Lord, the Church crieth unto Thee, cleansed of the blood of demons by the blood which, for mercy’s sake, flowed from Thy side.
Kontakion, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Thou hast appeared…” —
Receiving the body of the holy martyr like a never-setting sun shining forth from Rome, Sicily is delivered from the grievous darkness of the demons.
Theotokion: Now accepting the words of Gabriel, O most immaculate Virgin, we cry aloud: O only blessed Mother, O portal of the Sun of righteousness, Rejoice!
From thee, O Mother of God, hath a Torrent of sweetness issued forth, giving drink to all men and washing their souls clean of defilement. O Mistress Theotokos, save all who with faith bow down before thy precious image.
Irmos: Celebrating this divine and most honored festival of the Mother of God, come, ye divinely wise, let us clap our hands and glorify God Who was born of her.
Kontakion, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “To thee, the chosen leader…”—
The thrice-rich holy martyrs, who in the expectation of martyrdom died before death, valiantly bore thy life-bearing dead body away.
Having assembled together, let us all hymn the pure Virgin, the divinely chosen Maiden of Jacob, the fleece of Gideon, the mediatress of joy, the might and boast of those who are saved, the pure Theotokos.
The weaponry of the enemy was of no effect against thee, for with the labor of thy glorious struggles, O Agrippina, thou didst cast down his pride like a city which hath no foundation.
Behold, gladness now draweth nigh, and sorrow is destroyed! The faithful are saved, drawing forth joy as from a wellspring, and they chant continually in praise: Rejoice, O pure Mistress, thou inception of our salvation, bulwark and boast of all the faithful!
A woman with an issue of blood was healed by touching thy body, and lepers who approached thee with faith were cleansed; and every other ailment fleeth when thy holy name is invoked, O martyr.
By thine entreaties grant us thine aid, O all-pure Theotokos, for sorrows descend upon us, griefs have multiplied, and the enemy array themselves against us. Yet, interceding, O all-pure one, deliver us: cast down the arrogance of our foes and grant us victory over our enemies, that all who do evil to thy servants may be put to shame.
The radiant day of thy splendid struggles hath dawned, whereon the divine Church, honoring them, doth call all together to cry out to thee with gladness: Rejoice, O virgin and martyr, most honored Agrippina!
As ones delivered from evils by the arrival of thy precious image, O Mistress Theotokos, do we splendidly chant hymns of victory to thee, the chosen leader, on the feast of thy meeting, and we cry to thee as is our wont: Rejoice, O Bride unwedded!
Ikos: An angelic messenger was sent from heaven to say to the Theotokos: “Rejoice!”, with his incorporeal voice, O Lord; And perceiving Thee incarnate, he was filled with awe and stood, crying out to her such things as these: Rejoice, thou through whom Joy hath shone forth; rejoice, thou who didst annul the curse! Rejoice, restoration of fallen Adam; rejoice, deliverance of Eve from tears! Rejoice, height not easily scaled by the thoughts of men; rejoice, depth not easily plumbed even by the eyes of angels! Rejoice, for thou art the throne of the King; rejoice, for thou bearest Him Who bearest all things! Rejoice, thou star who revealest the Sun; rejoice, womb of the incarnation of God! Rejoice, thou through whom creation hath been restored; rejoice, thou by whom the Creator is worshipped! Rejoice, O Bride unwedded!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.