Irmos: O Lord Who dost establish the thunder and formest the wind: make me steadfast, that I may hymn Thee in truth and do Thy will; for none is as holy as Thee, O our God.
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…”—
How wondrous is thy life, O divinely wise and most glorious Theodore, how awesome thy miracles, how exalted are thy union with God, thy yearning and unhindered ascent!
Theotokion: In thee, O Virgin, are the laws of nature renewed; for in manner transcending nature and past recounting thou gavest birth to the Creator and Master. Him do thou earnestly beseech, that He save our souls.
Thou didst avert the assault of the passions by surrendering to pain, O all-blessed Theodore, and didst set at nought the wicked pursuit of the demons by the might of the all-holy Spirit.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Having recourse to thy precious shrine, hymning thee, O Theodore, we draw forth therefrom treasures of healing, depths of miracles and abundant gifts.
Given by God to men as the namesake of gifts for deliverance from many ailments, thou didst work miracles, healing every disease and infirmity, and driving away hordes of demons by thy word alone. Wherefore, having worthily shepherded the Church of Christ, thou becamest a dweller with the apostles. O holy hierarch Theodore, entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of sins unto those who honor thy holy memory with love.
Having fallen into the most subtle temptations of enemies, visible and invisible, stuck fast in the tempest of my countless offenses, I flee to the haven of thy goodness, O pure one, as to my fervent assistance and protection. Wherefore, O all-pure one, do thou earnestly entreat Him Who became incarnate of thee without seed, in behalf of all thy servants who unceasingly pray to thee, O all-pure Theotokos, ever beseeching Him to grant remission of our offenses unto us who hymn thy glory as is meet.
Stavrotheotokion—
The ewe-lamb, beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, exclaimed, weeping, and bitterly lamenting, cried out: “The world rejoiceth, receiving deliverance through Thee, but my womb doth burn, beholding Thy crucifixion, which Thou endurest in the loving-kindness of Thy mercy. O long-suffering Lord, Thou abyss and inexhaustible well-spring of mercy, take pity and grant remission of transgressions unto those who hymn Thy divine sufferings with faith!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.