Today is the prelude of God's goodwill/ and the prophecy of the salvation of men./ The Virgin appears openly in the temple of God/ and foretells Christ to all./ So let us cry to her with loud voices:/ Rejoice, thou who art the fulfillment/ of the Creator's providence.
In thy purity/ thou wast filled with the light of wisdom/ and didst illumine the world with Orthodox doctrine;/ for thou didst preach the consubstantial nature of the Trinity and refute heresy./ Wherefore Christ has glorified thee, O Hierarch Amphilochius.
O Gregory, thou wast diligent in thy Master's commandments/ even from thy swaddling bands./ Thou wast filled with heavenly gifts/ and dost lead to verdant pastures those who cry to thee:/ Glory to Him Who has strengthened thee; glory to Him Who has crowned thee;/ glory to Him Who through thee grants healings to all.
O humble Father Metrophan, thou wast a rule of faith/ and an icon of meekness in word and life for thy flock./ In sanctity thou didst shine more brilliantly than the sun/ and wast crowned with incorruption and glory./ Pray to Christ our God to preserve thy city and all Orthodox Christians.
Thou wast a worthy shepherd of thy flock, O Father Polin,/ bringing many to Christ by thy preaching./ As from Whitland's monastery the pure light of thy piety shone forth,/ pray that we too may be true lights in a world of darkness/ and may thereby attain eternal salvation.
The most pure Temple of the Saviour,/ the most precious bridal chamber and Virgin,/ the sacred treasury of the glories of God,/ today enters into the house of the Lord,/ bringing with her the grace that is the Divine Spirit./ And the Angels of God sing of her:/ This is the heavenly tabernacle.
Holy thunder, spiritual trumpet/ nurse of the faithful and axe of heresy,/ Amphilochius servant of the Trinity,/ as thou dost stand with the Angels in God's presence/ pray unceasingly for us all.
With the brilliant rays of the Holy Spirit/ the Church enlightens the way of those who celebrate thy joyful repose,/ O righteous, blessed Father Gregory.
Thou didst subject thy body to thy spirit by fasting and didst make thy soul equal to the Angels./ The episcopacy crowned thy priesthood and now thou dost stand before the Master of all./ Blessed Metrophan, pray to Him to grant us peace and to save our souls.