At the Aposticha, Glory..., Idiomelon in Tone VIII —
Menaion — translated by Isaac Lambertsen
We honor thee as the instructor of a multitude of monks, O John our father, for following thy steps we have truly come to know how to walk aright. Blessed art thou, O conversor with angels, partaker of the bliss of heaven with the venerable and the righteous, who, having labored for Christ, didst put the might of the enemy to open shame. With the saints pray thou to the Lord, that He have mercy upon our souls.
Now & ever…: Theotokion, in the same tone—
Troparion, in Tone VIII—
With the streams of thy tears thou didst water the barren desert, with sighs from the depths of thy soul thou didst increase the fruit of thy labors an hundredfold; and thou art become a beacon for the whole world, radiating miracles, O John our father. Entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Troparion, in Tone IV—
Rejoice, ye people of the city of Irkutsk! For, lo! a new wonder-worker hath appeared, a physician and helper amid all sorrow, a healer, an expeller of demons, the defender of his city and subduer of passions, an ever-vigilant advocate before the Lord for all who flee to him in faith.
Stichos: Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
Rejoice, O sacred one, God-pleasing father Sophronius, thou foundation of right faith, fulfiller of every virtue, provider for the poor and consolation of the sorrowful, physician who exactest no fee from the infirm, mighty hope of all who call upon thee with ardent faith.
Stichos: Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord, in His commandments shall he greatly delight.
Rejoice, O Sophronius our joy, fellow sufferer with the sorrowful and advocate for them; for thou didst live on earth like an angel, adorned with innocence and righteousness, showing forth the radiant way which leadeth to God. And even after thy departure from us on earth thou dost not forsake us. We glorify thee, O God-pleasing father!
Glory…, in Tone III—
Glory to Thee, O Christ God, Thou boast of the apostles and joy of the martyrs, majesty of hierarchs and priests, spiritual delight of the venerable! Glory to Thee, O Christ our Savior, for Thou hast revealed to us a new and all-glorious wonder-worker!
Fill thou my heart with joy, O Virgin who didst receive from Gabriel tidings of joy; and, destroying now the grief of sin which is within me, fill my heart with love for the Lord.
From thy youth thou didst love Christ, O blessed Sophronius; thou didst guide aright the communities of monastics; and, having been counted worthy of the rank of bishop, thou didst shepherd the flock of Irkutsk. Wherefore, even after thy repose thou hast received from God gifts of miracles. Entreat Christ God, that He deliver us from misfortunes and save our souls.
The mystery hidden from before the ages and unknown even to the angels, through thee, O Theotokos, hath been revealed to those on earth: God incarnate in unconfused union, Who willingly accepted the Cross for our sake and, thereby raising up the first-formed man, hath saved our souls from death.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.