At Vespers

On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone VI: Spec. Mel.: “Having set all aside…”—

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

Troparion, in Tone IV—

Having set thyself wholly aside from thy youth for the Master, thou didst desire Him, and didst follow in His steps; and having been cleansed of all the defilement of the passions, thou wast enriched with grace divine, that thou mightest work healings and perform most glorious miracles; and thou becamest a martyr, remaining unmoved by all the assaults of the torments, through the power of Him Who was slain upon the Cross. Him do thou earnestly entreat in behalf of our souls.

Though thy blessed, enduring and invincible body was pierced with nails, O athlete Charalampius, thou didst keep thy soul steadfast and thy mind inviolate; for divine desire richly enkindled thee, O glorious one, and exhorted thee to endure all manner of torment, O passion-bearing martyr, who didst share in the sufferings of Christ. Him do thou entreat with boldness in behalf of our souls.

Having suffered, thou didst inherit all-radiant joy, ineffable glory, and everlasting rejoicing, O venerable priest, honored athlete, valiant warrior, who with the streams of thy blood didst manifestly drown the armies and hosts of the serpent, and by grace and divine prayer didst truly raise the dead, praying with boldness in behalf of our souls.

O most immaculate one, quickly visit me who have been wounded by the robbers’ assaults of the demons and who lie, wholly unable to move, on the ever-shifting path of this life, in need of mercy; pour thou wine and oil upon mine incurable wounds, and restore me to health; that I may glorify thee and lovingly hymn thy mighty works, as is meet, O Mother and Virgin, who alone art pure.

Stavrotheotokion, in the same tone & melody—

A sword pierced thy heart, O all-pure Mistress, as Symeon said, when thou didst behold Him Who shone forth from thee ineffably, condemned by the iniquitous and lifted up upon the Cross, tasting vinegar and gall, His side pierced, His hands and feet run through with nails; and, lamenting, thou didst exclaim, crying out maternally: “What is this new mystery, O my Child most sweet?”

In his sufferings, O Lord, Thy martyr Charalampius received an imperishable crown from Thee, our God; for, possessed of Thy might, he set at nought the tormenters and crushed the feeble audacity of the demons. By his supplications save Thou our souls.