Troparion — Tone 1
In giving birth you preserved your virginity, / In falling asleep you did not forsake the world, O Theotokos. / You were translated to life, O Mother of Life, / And by your prayers, you deliver our souls from death.
Kontakion — Tone 2
Neither the tomb, nor death could hold the Theotokos, / Who is constant in prayer and our firm hope in her intercessions. / For being the Mother of Life, / She was translated to life by the One who dwelt in her virginal womb.
Troparion — Tone 5
You renounced the glory of earthly rank / and inherited the kingdom of heaven; / you adorned your incorruptible crown as with beautiful stones. / You led an army of martyrs to Christ, / and with the angels in the never-fading light / you found Christ the never-setting sun. / Together with those who suffered with you, / holy general Andrew, / ever pray to Him that He may save our souls.
Kontakion — Tone 4
Standing before the Lord in prayer like a star near the sun, / you were filled with ineffable joy beholding your desire: the treasure of the kingdom. / You sing without ceasing to the immortal King / together with the angels throughout the ages. / With them, general Andrew, unceasingly pray for us all.