Troparion — Tone 8
Behold the Bridegroom comes at midnight, / And blessed is the servant whom He shall find watching, / And again unworthy is the servant whom He shall find heedless. / Beware, therefore, O my soul, do not be weighed down with sleep, / Lest you be given up to death and lest you be shut out of the Kingdom. / But rouse yourself crying: Holy, Holy, Holy, are You, O our God! / Through the Theotokos have mercy on us!
Kontakion — Tone 2
You know that this is the last hour, O wretched soul, / And fear the cutting of the fig tree. / Work diligently therefore at the talent given to you / Keep watch and pray: / Let us not remain outside the bridal chamber of Christ.
Troparion — Tone 4
You were bound for good deeds, O martyr of Christ: George; / by faith you conquered the torturer’s godlessness. / You were offered as a sacrifice pleasing to God; / thus you received the crown of victory. / Through your intercessions, forgiveness of sins is granted to all.
Kontakion — Tone 4
God raised you as his own gardener, O George, / for you have gathered for yourself the sheaves of virtue. / Having sown in tears, you now reap with joy; / you shed your blood in combat and won Christ as your crown. / Through your intercessions, forgiveness of sins is granted to all.