Irmos: O Almighty Deliverer of all, descending into the midst of the flame Thou didst bedew the pious youths and didst teach them to chant: Bless and hymn the Lord, all ye works!
Having suffered lawfully, thou didst most mightily put to shame the iniquitous foes, O hierarch Gregory, and hast led to God a multitude of those who chant: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Theotokion: Unafraid of the multitude of tortures, and refusing to submit to carnal pleasures, Rhipsimia confessed the Lord Who came forth from the Virgin, crying aloud: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Snatching the Russian land from the flame of the deception of idolatry, O all-wise one, thou didst cool it with the dew of baptism, and it no longer burneth to return to its old ways, but supremely exalteth Christ and thee, its pastor, forever.
Irmos: From the flame didst Thou pour forth dew upon the venerable ones, and didst consume the sacrifice of the righteous one with water; for Thou, O Christ, dost do all things soever Thou desirest. Thee do we exalt supremely for all ages!
Cultivating a barren field, thou didst sow the seeds of the Word, reaping a harvest of the grain of the Word an hundredfold, yielding souls in abundance for the Husbandman.
Theotokion: Much gladness and joy do I cause the demons by mine evil deeds, and thus much grief also to my guardian. O pure Mary, Mother of Christ God, guide me to repentance, that they may weep and mine angel may find joy, and me with him forever.
Disposing all things well for the newly-elect people, thou didst ordain pastors and teachers for the cities; and having thereby made provision for the newly-chosen flock, thou thyself didst depart unto Christ God, the Chief Shepherd, to reign with Him forever.
With the brilliance of thy discourses thou didst illumine many myriads, and didst lead them forth to Him Who willingly endured sufferings for our sake, to Whom we chant: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Much weeping and lamentation didst thou cause the city of Kiev by thy departure, O father; but the Jerusalem on high, taking thee to its bosom, rejoiced. And living there, forget not thy flock, but pray that it may dwell with thee forever.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.