Rejoice, thou who art full of grace,/ Mother of God and Virgin,/ for from thee arose the Sun of Righteousness, Christ our God,/ to give light to those in darkness./ Rejoice thou also, righteous Elder, who didst take in thine arms the Redeemer of our souls,/ Who also gives us the grace of resurrection.
By the Spirit's anointing thou didst become a shepherd of Lampsacos/ and receive power from God to work many miracles,/ to cast out demons, heal the sick and cure all manner of illness,/ and to fulfill the prayers of all who hasten to thee,/ O Hierarch Parthenios.
Let us firmly honour Luke the Godbearer with hymns and chants,/ the glory of the faithful, the boast of the righteous,/ bright light of Stirion and its true inhabitant;/ he brings near to Christ those who cry out in faith:/ Glory to Him Who has strengthened thee; glory to Him Who has crowned thee;/ glory to Him Who through thee works healings for all.
Having lighted the candle of faith in London,/ O glorious Martyr Aule,/ thy radiance was a challenge to the godless Diocletian/ who caused the flame of thy life to be extinguished./ Pray, O Martyr, that the flame of our faith/ may burn so brightly that through our constancy/ we may be found worthy of the mercy of Christ our God.
Thou Who didst sanctify the Virgin's womb by Thy birth/ and bless Symeon's hands as was fitting/ hast now come to us and saved us, O Christ our God./ But grant peace in the midst of wars to Thy community,/ and strengthen the Church which Thou hast loved,/ O only Lover of mankind.
Thou didst receive divine grace to work miracles,/ wise and holy Godbearing wonderworker, Father Parthenios./ Thou didst cleanse the passions of all the faithful/ and drive out evil spirits./ Wherefore we praise thee as a great initiate of the grace of God.
God in ineffable judgment chose thee before thou wast fashioned according to His good pleasure;/ He took thee from thy mother's womb, He sanctified thee as His servant./ As the Lover of mankind, He guided thee to Himself,/ before Whom thou dost now stand rejoicing, O Luke.
Thou didst sanctify our capital with thy blood,/ O Passionbearer Aule,/ defending the true Faith,/ which was more precious to thee than life itself./ We honour thee, we hymn thee/ and we praise thy name/ rejoicing in thy glorious memory.