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
Your holy martyr Felicitas, O Lord, / Through her sufferings has received an incorruptible crown from You, our God. / For having Your strength, she laid low her adversaries, / And shattered the powerless boldness of demons. / Through her intercessions, save our souls!
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.