Irmos: It is not possible for men to behold God, upon Whom the ranks of angels dare not gaze; but through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate unto men; and magnifying Him with the armies of heaven, we call thee blessed.
Truly, neither fire, nor the sword, nor even death; neither persecution, nor tribulation, nor starvation; neither misfortune, nor the devising of any tortures, was able to separate thee from the love of God Who created thee, O right wondrous athlete.
Theotokion: The tempest of the passions disquieteth me, and the threefold waves of the pleasures engulf me, O most immaculate one. O thou who gavest birth to Christ, the Pilot, extend unto me a healing hand, and save me, O thou who alone art the salvation of those who, with faith, call thee blessed.
Stripped of the raiment of mortality by the laceration of claws of iron, O athlete, thou didst array thyself in garments woven of thy blood. Wherefore, O invincible martyr, with boldness thou dost stand, rejoicing, before God the Master of all.
Thy memory, O Charalampius, hath shone forth upon the world, full of joy and replete with divine radiance, driving away the winter of the passions and enlightening all; and in celebrating it we find cleansing of our sins through thy supplications.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.