¶1
Irmos: Thou hast come, O my Lord, as a light into the world: a holy light turning from the darkness of ignorance those who hymn Thee with faith.
¶2
Thy discourse, O Cyril, was like unto a mighty torrent which floodeth rivers, scouring away the craftiness of the heretics.
¶3
Theotokion: Let heaven drop down gladness and grace upon the earth, for it now sendeth up gladness on high, the only Mother of God.
¶4
The vile division of Arius and the abominable confusion of Sabellius didst thou equally consign to the abyss, O Cyril.
¶5
O Cyril, thou hast left to the Church of Christ thine enriching discourses like gold and thy treasuries like precious stones.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.