Irmos: O Theotokos, we, the faithful, perceive thee to be a noetic furnace; for, as the supremely Exalted One saved the three youths, in thy womb the praised and most glorious God of our fathers wholly renewed the world.
As light, thou hast been loosed in the guise of an arrow, O apostle, illumining with splendid radiance those who cry out with faith: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Theotokion: Come thou now unto our aid, O Mistress, our common salvation, accepting the supplications of Gregory, lulling to sleep the passions of our souls and bodies, and speedily releasing us from general tumult and corruption.
Those held captive by deception are unable to gaze directly upon the lightning of thy precepts and divine and awesome words, for these are like the voice of thunder, O father, and like blind men the mindless ones, milling about, now sense them to be walls, as it is written.
Irmos: The children in Babylon did not fear the flame of the furnace, but, cast into the midst of the fire, bedewed, they sang: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Radiantly shining with the rich outpourings of divine preaching, O blessed one, thou hast enlightened those who are in darkness to chant: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Theotokion: O pure Virgin, thou didst give birth supernaturally unto Christ in two unified, yet unconfused, natures. To Him do we cry out: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Night is devoid of light for the disobedient; but now the one Light hath dawned, the kingdom of the glory of God, which He Who loveth mankind revealed on Tabor to the initiates of His mysteries, O Gregory. And having partaken sufficiently thereof, thou joinest in fellowship with those who have pleased God.
Having vanquished by the mighty word of faith all the craft of the rhetors’ logic and fables, thou didst chant: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Having put to shame those who impiously blaspheme against grace, divine inner stillness and prayer, and who vilely mock ineffable deification, thou didst drive them from the divine fold, which thou dost ever preserve by thine entreaties.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.