At the aposticha, these stichera, in Tone VIII—

O holy hierarch Modestus our father, through thee hath God adorned His Church, giving thee to the faithful as a treasure of loving-kindness, a provider for widows and orphans, a healer amid divers infirmities for those who honor thy holy memory with love.

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

Troparion, in Tone IV—

Stichos: Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

O venerable father Modestus, thou wast the good shepherd of downcast Jerusalem, doing good unto both men and dumb beasts; and thou dwellest now in the heavenly city, where, illumined with ineffable light, thou dost enlighten those who celebrate thy splendid memorial with faith.

Stichos: What shall I render unto the Lord for all that He hath rendered unto me?

O blessed father Modestus, Christ God hath revealed thee as a river full of life-bearing gifts, flowing from Sion as from Eden, a healer of soul and body for those who kiss thy relics and celebrate thy right glorious memory.

Glory…, in Tone IV—

Possessed of infinite compassion for all, O holy one, when thou didst learn of the death of Jerusalem’s cattle from serpents’ venom which was poured forth into a well through the activity of the enemy, thou didst straightway go thither, and by thy supplications didst restore the cattle to life, by thy word didst slay the serpent, and didst make visible the unseen perpetrator of the evil, whom thou didst adjure by the name of God that he never come where thy name was uttered. Deliver us also from his harm by thine intercession, O Modestus.

O only pure and all-pure Virgin, who gavest birth without seed unto God: pray thou who our souls be saved.

Having lived a holy life, O divinely wise Modestus, most blessed shepherd of Jerusalem, adorned in hierarchal vesture, in gladness thou now standest before Christ and enlightenest the ends of the earth with miracles; wherefore, be thou the helper of those who call upon thee, O father, praying in behalf of us all.

The mystery hidden from before the ages and unknown even to the angels, through thee, O Theotokos, hath been revealed to those on earth: God incarnate in unconfused union, Who willingly accepted the Cross for our sake and, thereby raising up the first-formed man, hath saved our souls from death.