Irmos: Prefiguring Thy three-day burial, the Prophet Jonah, praying within the sea monster, cried out: Deliver me from corruption, O Jesus, King of hosts!
Kontakion, in Tone IV—
When offended, thou didst not protest; and when abased, thou didst humble thyself, showing thyself to be a model for thy disciples. Wherefore, the Lord hath exalted thee, O Patrick.
Theotokion: Thou art the helper of the oppressed; thou art the liberation of captives; for thy Son and our God doth ever accept thine entreaties, O Ever-virgin Mistress.
Irmos: Whirled about in the abyss of sin, I call upon the unfathomable abyss of Thy loving-kindness: Lead me up from corruption, O God!
Kontakion, in Tone II—
Battling against the deceptive wiles of the devil, thou wast not daunted by the threats of the ungodly druids, fearlessly preaching and crying aloud: Deliver me from their snares, O Jesus, King of the heavenly hosts!
Theotokion: The Creator Who hath fashioned creation anew, O pure Mistress, is ineffably born of thee according to the laws of nature; and in His boundless mercy He doth deify me.
Enduring tribulation, imprisonment and bitter enslavement in thy youth, thou wast made captive, O Patrick, but thou didst receive freedom when the Lord spake unto thee, and didst cry out: Glory to Thee, O Jesus, King of the hosts of heaven!
Thou wast shown to be a true fisher of men, for, spreading out the nets of the glad tidings of the Gospel, thou didst draw the heathen into the kingdom of Christ, enlightening with baptism those who languish in the darkness of idolatry, and making them children of the living God. Wherefore, we beseech thee, O holy hierarch Patrick our father: Intercede in behalf of us who honor thy holy memory.
She who kneweth not wedlock showeth thee forth as a living temple of God, for thou hadst become a dwelling-place of Christ; and she glorifieth thee who hid and sought to conceal thyself.
Thy prayers were as pleasing to God as incense, O blessed one; and thus by thy life thou hast made fragrant the minds of the faithful by the grace of the Spirit.
To thy native land doth Christ again give thee, who wast not desirous thereof, who forsook fleeting glory and wast adorned with a sacred life, O glorious one.
Having the house of thy parents as a foreign land, thou didst dwell therein in the guise of a pauper; and receiving after thy repose a crown of glory, thou wast revealed as wondrous on earth, O Alexis, Man of God, thou joy of angels and men!
Ikos: Thou wast adorned by thy life and words, and hast magnified the Church of Christ by thy life, causing thy father and mother, the emperor and the people to hold festival, preserving that which is in the image of God by thy deeds, O venerable Alexis. For thou didst shine forth in the world in thy chastity. Wherefore, the grace of thy virtues doth illumine all that celebrate thy memory with faith, O father, for thou hast been shown to be the joy of angels and men.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.