Irmos: Be glad, O Jerusalem! Keep festival, ye who love Sion! For the Lord of hosts, Who reigneth forever, is come! Let all the earth show reverence before His face, and let it cry aloud: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Theotokion: Those who with faith call thee the Theotokos, O all-pure Mother of God, rejoice with the angelic hosts over thy birthgiving; for thou gavest birth for us to the Master and Deliverer, to Whom we chant: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
All-wisely didst thou reject pagan wisdom, O glorious father, and didst cry out the divine tidings of the apostles, which had been sounded by the Spirit and clearly been given utterance by the tongues of fire: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace—then in figure, but now in deed—and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: Learning of thy protection from the vision of Andrew, O Theotokos and Queen, we entreat thee earnestly: With thy mercy cover us who hymn thy Son and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Offering thyself to Christ as a living sacrifice, acceptable and pleasing to God, through the undefiled blood of thy slaughter, O father, thou didst splendidly pass over to the exalted habitations on high, chanting: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Vanquished by the grace which dwelt within thee, the hordes of the demons were repulsed and the sufferings of the sick are banished, O divinely wise one; and we, the faithful, are filled with divine light, crying: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Thou didst once behold a dead rich man escorted to the grave with visible honor, but invisibly dragged down by his wickedness into the depths of hell, O blessed Andrew, and thou didst weep and pray for him to the Lord.
O blessed Andrew, by thy grief thou didst prevail upon the incorporeal angel who grieved over the damnation of the soul of the rich man who had not repented in this life; and with him thou dost chant: Hymn the Lord, ye works, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
O blessed Andrew, thou didst behold an avaricious monk oppressed as by an evil serpent, and, delivering him from the sickness of greed, thou didst teach him to hymn and exalt the Lord supremely for all ages.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.