AT VESPERS

On “Lord, I have cried…”, 6 stichera: 3 of the hieromartyr, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Thou hast given a sign…”—

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion, in the same tone & melody—

More radiantly luminous than the sun, thy memory hath shone forth upon the faithful, enlightening creation of divine splendors, O most blessed Symeon, and dispelling the gloom of the passions and the darkness of the demons. Wherefore, we call thee blessed and prayerfully hymn thee as a beacon for the whole world and a fervent intercessor.

O wise martyr, having acquired heavenly things through the things of earth, and permanent things through that which is transitory, rejoicing, thou didst receive incorrupt glory through corruptible things, and patiently, through tortures and wounds for the Word of God, thou didst obtain crowns and the kingdom, wherein, rejoicing, O glorious one, with those who suffered with thee, pray thou for all who praise thee with faith.

The shafts of thy words wounded the assemblies of the iniquitous, O martyr Symeon; for which cause the clouds of heaven lifted up their voice and the choirs of the incorporeal ones came together in joy, marveling at the patience of thy struggles. Wherefore, rejoicing, we honor with faith thy holy repose, glorifying the Savior.

And 3 stichera of the holy hierarch, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…”—

As a right acceptable hierarch, thou beholdest the noetic tabernacles and hast been vouchsafed to see never-waning and heavenly sights, arrayed in holiness, clad in righteousness and magnificence; and, face to face, O blessed one, thou beholdest the beauty of noetic things.

O venerable father Acacius, furnishing thy mind with wings to fly to God with faith, thou didst disdain the disorderly state of the world and, taking up thy cross, thou didst follow after Him Who beholdeth all things, enslaving to thy mind the intemperance of thy body through feats of asceticism, by the power of the divine Spirit.

Shown to be a partisan of the godly Council, preëminent with Cyril, O Acacius, thou didst commit the wicked Nestorius to damnation, denouncing his mindlessness, O blessed one, and putting his vanity to shame with spiritual discourse. Wherefore, every soul calleth thee blessed, celebrating with faith thy divine memory.

Save me, O all-pure Mistress, who ineffably gavest birth to Christ the Savior, for thee alone have I acquired as an intercessor, mine insuperable rampart, my protection and joy, the divine consolation of my soul. Wherefore, deliver me from the worm that sleepeth not and from everlasting fire, O Mother of Christ God.

Stavrotheotokion—

Beholding Thee crucified upon the Cross, O Jesus, accepting suffering willingly, Thy Virgin Mother cried out: “Woe is me, O Master, my sweet Child! How is it that Thou dost unjustly endure wounds, O Physician Who hast healed the weakness of men and delivered all from corruption by Thy loving-kindness?”