Troparion — Tone 1
The sweet-sounding shepherd’s pipe of your theology / overpowered the trumpeting of the orators; / for having searched the depths of the Spirit / eloquence was also bestowed upon you. / Pray to Christ God, Father Gregory, / that our souls may be saved.
Kontakion — Tone 3
By words of theology you unraveled the complex webs of the orators, / glorious Gregory, / and adorned the Church with the robe of Orthodoxy woven from on high. / Wearing it, she cries out with us, her children: / “Rejoice, O Father, supreme mind of theology.”
Troparion — Tone 4
(Podoben: Be quick to anticipate)
Your Martyrs, O Lord, in their contest for You / have received as a prize the crowns of incorruption and life from You, our immortal God; / for since they possessed Your strength, they cast down the tyrants / and wholly destroyed the demons' powerless presumption. / O Christ God, by their prayers, save our souls, since You are merciful.
Kontakion — Tone 8
(Podoben: Seeking the highest)
O divine martyrs, you appeared as bright beacons, / illumining all of creation with the radiance of your miracles; / do not cease to entreat Christ to deliver us all from our maladies, / and drive away from us the profound darkness of ignorance.
Troparion — Tone 5
Assuage the sickness of my much-sighing soul, / you who wipe away every tear from the face of the earth: / for you drive away the sicknesses of mankind, / and destroy the despondency of sinners. / Through you, Most Holy Virgin Mother, / we all acquire hope and the confirmation of faith.
Kontakion — Tone 6
Do not entrust me to human protection, Most Holy Sovereign Lady, / but accept the prayers of your servant, / for I am fettered by sorrow, and I cannot endure the arrows fired by demons; / I have no shelter and there is nowhere to run. / I am wretched and my enemies are on every side, and I have no consolation except you, / O Sovereign Lady of the world, the hope and protection of the faithful. / Do not despise my prayers, / but do that which is beneficial for me.
Kontakion — Tone 6
We have no other help, we have no other hope, but you, O Lady. / Help us, for in you we hope, / and of you we boast, for we are your servants. / Let us not be put to shame.