Irmos: Neither in wisdom, nor in power, nor yet in riches do we boast, but in Thee, O Christ, the hypostatic Wisdom of the Father; for none is holy save Thee, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…”—
Strengthened by the power of the Cross, thou didst set at nought the assaults of the demons and destroy their snares, vanquishing their onslaught by asceticism.
Theotokion: He Who in the beginning formed me, a man, out of dust, formed Himself in thy womb for my sake, O most immaculate one, setting aright our ancient fall.
Emulating the life of the angels, O father Auxentius, thou didst diligently pass through a life which was pure in prayer and mighty in vigils.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Perceiving pleasure to be deadly poison aimed at men’s souls, O God-bearing and venerable Auxentius, by abstinence thou didst mortify its movements.
Having abandoned all earthly things, while in the world of the body thou wast in spirit a converser with the angels; for, mortifying the passions of the body, thou didst show thyself to be a favorite of the Trinity, O blessed one. Wherefore, thou healest the sufferings of the infirm and with grace dost expel evil spirits by thy word alone. O God-bearing father Auxentius, entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of transgressions unto those who honor thy holy memory with love.
O undefiled, pure, immaculate Mistress, thou cloud of the noetic Sun and golden candlestand of the divine Light, with the radiance of dispassion illumine, I pray thee, my soul, which hath been benighted by the blindness of the passions. With torrents of compunction and tears of repentance wash clean my defiled heart and cleanse me of the mire of my wicked deeds, that I may cry out to thee with love: O Ever-virgin Theotokos, entreat Christ God, that He grant me remission of transgressions; for thee do I, thy servant, have as my hope.
Stavrotheotokion—
The ewe-lamb, beholding her 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, Abyss and inexhaustible Wellspring of mercy, have pity and grant remission of offenses unto those who hymn Thy divine sufferings with faith!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.