Irmos: Eve, through weakness, abode under the curse of disobedience; but thou, O Virgin Theotokos, hast put forth blessing for the world through the Offspring of thy child-bearing. Wherefore, we all magnify thee.
Beholding thee as a sacred burden, the ever-memorable handmaid rejoiced, crying: “I sent thee forth, O blessed one, but I accept thee as my true master, delivering me from slavery to evils by thy right acceptable entreaties!”
Theotokion: With thy light illumine me who am stuck fast in the darkness of sin, O Theotokos; and grant that I may walk in the daylight of the divine precepts, O Bride of God, that I may hymn thee, the most hymned one.
Thou hast blossomed like a lily in the noetic valleys of the martyrs, O Boniface; like a palm-tree hast thou grown tall; like a cedar thou hast been recognized as sweetly fragrant; and like a choice cypress hast thou been shown to be, perfuming our souls.
Today the day of thy commemoration hath shone forth like the sun with the radiance of divine gifts, O passion-bearer, illumining the souls of those who hymn thee and dispelling the gloom of the passions, O divinely wise and most blessed martyr.
Thou didst shine forth from the West like the sun, and didst attain unto a city of the East, where, having suffered and set in death, thou didst hasten to life and reach splendid Rome, which thou protectest by thine entreaties.
An Akathist Hymn in honor of St. Boniface is available from the Press as #S546.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.