Irmos, Tone 6: Christ is my power, my God and my Lord, /
doth the august Church sing in godly fashion, / and she crieth out with a pure mind, // keeping festival in the Lord.
Wondrous is God in His saints the God of Israel.
Revealing a complete understanding of wisdom, and a full perfection of goodness through gifts, O Master, Thou didst number the company of martyrs with the choir of angels.
Give rest, O Lord, to the soul of Thy servant who hath fallen asleep.
Vouchsafe him (her) who hath been translated unto Thee, O Christ, to obtain Thine ineffable glory, where there is the abode of them that make glad, and the pure voice of rejoicing.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.
Him (her) who singeth of Thy divine dominion, whom Thou hast taken away from the earth, do Thou receive, making him (her) a child of light, cleansing him (her) from the darkness of sin, O Thou Who art plenteous in mercy.
Both now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen.
O receptacle most pure, O spotless temple, O ark all-holy, O virgin mercy-seat: the Master hath chosen thee, the beauty of Jacob.
Translated by Jordanville / saintjonah.org. Edition trebnik.en.saintjonah.