Aposticha. Idiomel Stichera.

Tone 1. By Vyzas.

O godly and sacred bee of Christ’s Church, all-blessed Basil; for you armed yourself with the sting of divine longing and wounded the blasphemies of heresies hated by God; and you treasured up for the souls of the faithful the sweetness of true religion; and now, as you pass through the divine meadows of inviolate pasture, remember us also as you stand before the consubstantial Trinity.

The same Tone.

My tongue will speak wisdom, and the meditation of my heart understanding. ****

By Monk Basil.

You have received the imprint of the virtues of all the Saints, our Father Basil: the meekness of Moses; the zeal of Elias; the confession of Peter; the theology of John; like Paul you do not cease to cry out: Who is weak, and I am not weak? Who is scandalised, and I am not on fire? Therefore as you now dwell with them, intercede that our souls may be saved.

The mouth of the just will meditate wisdom; and his tongue speak judgement. ****

By Monk John.

When you had meditated on the nature of what exists and observed the instability of all things, you found the only unmoved Being, the Creator of all things who is above being; to him you attached yourself and cast away the longing for things which are not. Intercede that we too may find divine longing, Basil teacher of mysteries.

You received the grace of wonders from heaven and held up to public scorn the error of idols by your doctrines, and so you are the glory and support of High Priests, all-blest Basil, and the pattern of the teaching of all the Fathers. As you have boldness towards Christ, implore him that our souls may be saved.

God the supremely good was not ashamed to be severed by circumcision of the flesh, but gave us himself as a type and example for all for salvation. For the Maker of the Law fulfilled the requirements of the Law and the sayings of the Prophets concerning him. You who hold all things in the hollow of your hand and were wrapped in swaddling clothes, Lord, glory to you!

Apolytikion of the Saint. Tone 1.

Your sound has gone out into all the earth, for it has received your word, through which you taught in a manner fitting God; the nature of what exists you made clear; you set in order the conduct of mankind; O Royal Priesthood, venerable Father, intercede with Christ God to grant us his great mercy.

Another, of the Feast.

Tone 1. Citizen of the desert.

Without change you took a human form, by nature being God, O most compassionate Lord; and fulfilling the Law, you willingly accepted circumcision in the flesh, that you might banish shadows, and strip away the covering of our passions. Glory to your goodness; glory to your compassion; glory to your ineffable condescension, O Word!

And Dismissal.