Irmos: Thou art my strength, O Lord, Thou art my power; Thou art my God, Thou art my joy, Who, without leaving the bosom of the Father, hast visited our lowliness. Wherefore, with the Prophet Habbakuk I cry unto Thee: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Theotokion: Thou wast shown to be a dwelling-place of the Light, O Mother of God, for the Lord, the Sun of glory, shone forth from thee, and thou hast opened unto us the gates to the never-waning Light.
When thou wast cast down from the ramparts of the city, a great noise was heard, and the malefactors were struck as dead by fear; and in the place where thy body was cast down many beheld three burning lamps; for thou didst pass from death unto life, where the never-waning light of the Holy Trinity shineth.
Irmos: Thou hast shown us constant love, O Lord, for Thou didst give Thine only-begotten Son over to death for us. Wherefore, in thanksgiving we cry to Thee: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Theotokion: Setting mine iniquities and injustices before me, I see that they have multiplied more than the sands of the sea. To thee do I flee, O most immaculate one: heal the sores of my soul, that in thanksgiving I may cry out to Him Who was born of thee: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Girded about with power from on high, O blessed hieromartyr, thou didst fight the good fight, defending the oppressed, comforting the grieving, and denouncing and upbraiding the stubborn and the wicked with meekness. And now thou rejoicest with splendor where there is righteousness, peace and joy in our Lord.
Adorn thyself with splendor and dance, O city of Astrakhan, for thou hast a heavenly ally and protector, the holy hierarch Joseph, who standeth in celestial glory before the great King, and prayeth that those who honor his memory become children of the Light, fleeing the darkness of sin.
Thou didst set the keeping of the commandments as thy corner-stone, O venerable Methodius, and building the house of thy soul thereon thou didst make it a habitation of the Holy Spirit. And I, who am the abode of sin, fall down before thee, O most blessed one: cleanse me with the dew of thy prayers, that I may cry out in thanksgiving: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
“Grant that I may understand what is pleasing unto Thee, O Master!”, thou didst cry out, O blessed Cyril, when thou wast given over to study with the young emperor; wherefore, in addition to outward philosophy, thou didst receive the wisdom of the Spirit and the fear of God from on high, and didst regard earthly wisdom as nought, crying: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Thou didst set love for thy Creator like a seal upon thy heart, O most blessed Cyril; wherefore, thou didst reject an earthly betrothal and the glory of this world, and, escaping like a bird from the hunters’ snares, thou didst attain unto the calm haven of monastics and wast clothed in the robe of joy, chanting with Methodius: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.