Exapostilarion, Spec. Mel: “The heavens with stars...”—
Irmos: With unceasing glorification we magnify thee, the Mother of the Most High, who knewest not wedlock, who didst truly give birth unto God the Word in manner past understanding, and art more highly exalted than the all-pure hosts.
Glory..., Now and ever..., Theotokion—
Having acquired thee, O great martyr, as a watchful guardian, we unceasingly bless thee as one who dispelleth the depravity of the enemy and granteth peace to the Church, O passion-bearer.
Theotokion: Rescue me from captivity of mind, O all-immaculate Lady, bestowing upon me redemption; for the crucifixion of thy Son hath been the redemption, peace and salvation of all those who praise thee.
Great Doxology. Troparion. Litanies. Dismissal. First Hour.
Exapostilarion: Spec. Mel.: “Hearken, ye women…”—
Irmos: Saved by thee, O pure Virgin, we confess thee to be in truth the Theotokos, magnifying thee with the incorporeal choirs.
The Master hath given thee power over the demons, and to heal sufferings of body and soul, O blessed one, when thou prayest to the Savior with most pious boldness; wherefore, we all bless thee.
Theotokion: Thee do we confess as the Mother of the Lord Most High, and, placing unwavering trust in thee, we beseech thee with compunctionate soul and contrite heart: Grant unto all that which is profitable, and save us all, O Virgin Theotokos, for thou art the divine protection of thy servants.
As thou dost contemplate the radiance of the single threefold Sun, the one Godhead in Three, the Principle beyond all beginning, the Source of goodness, O passion-bearer, protect those who praise thee.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Tried like gold by fire and torture, thou wast most clearly a worthy gift of the Most High God, O passion-bearer Theodore. Pray thou now in our behalf.
Now & ever…: Theotokion, in the same tone—
With thy mighty protection, O pure one, do thou preserve all of us, thy servants, unharmed by the assaults of the foe; for thee alone have we acquired as a refuge in our need.
To the all-pure Mistress didst thou entrust the Orthodox army, O holy hierarch, and didst bless them to stand immovably for the Faith even unto death; and thou didst teach them to fear Him alone Who dwelleth in the heavens. Wherefore, thou rejoicest with the confessors of the truth of Orthodoxy.
Thou didst anathematize the accursed traitors, O holy hierarch, and didst impart to the Orthodox warriors and all lovers of Orthodoxy mercy from the Lord God and from thine own humility, and thereby was victory and triumph gained over the enemy, and salvation for all Russia; and God bestowed on thee a crown, as to the architect of the life of holiness.
The voice of fiery zeal for the salvation of the homeland cannot be restrained even when enclosed in a bare cell, as in a grave; wherefore, thou didst command thy disciple, the Abbot Dionysius, and the monks of the Lavra of Saint Sergius to issue a call to all of Orthodox Russia, that a war of salvation be waged for the glory of the Holy Church and to make steadfast the land of Russia, which thou didst love, and for which thou prayest to God.
Thou wast a primate of the Church of the apostles, a confessor of the Orthodox Faith, a second Chrysostom in denouncing the seditious and those who love sin, and the steward of the Orthodox land, O holy hierarch; and for this thou wast tortured with imprisonment and starvation, and, receiving from God an imperishable crown, thou rejoicest with the martyrs.
Glory to God for thee, O hieromartyr Hermogenes! For thee it is enough to rejoice in the light of His countenance, and to pray unceasingly that Holy Russia not perish, but that it be until the end a light of the revelation of Orthodox righteousness for the nations.
Poor and ailing am I, O holy hierarch, and in my low estate I fall down before thy healing relics, asking healing.
Thou didst love Him to Whom thou didst surrender thy soul, and standest now before Him with boldness as a martyr. Entreat God in our behalf, O holy hieromartyr Hermogenes.
In the light of the Orthodoxy, which thou didst love, O holy hierarch Hermogenes, we behold the light of Truth, wherein is the fullness of the gifts of the Spirit. We rejoice in the Lord, and magnify thee who shinest with the light of eternal life.
With hymns let us magnify as more radiant than the armies on high the Mother of the never-waning Light, who hath made Russia splendid with the protecting veil of her maternal aid.
On the Praises, 4 stichera, in Tone VII—
Praise the saint in his power, for he is able to accomplish all things in Jesus Who strengtheneth him; for he healeth all the infirm with the name of the Lord.
Praise the saint in psalms and hymns! Praise him in spiritual songs! Magnify the glory of our fathers! Hymn ye the confirmation of our land! Rejoice in him, and be glad!
Praise the holy one in the council of the sanctified! Praise him, all ye people: for he is the adornment of the Church, he is the ornament of our nation, he is our joy!
Praise the saint among the holy hierarchs! Praise him among the most holy patriarchs! Bless him among the confessors, and glorify him among the hieromartyrs! Praise him in all his works!
Glory…, in the same tone—
Come ye, let us bless the good shepherd of our land, who endured all things for the Faith of Russia and laid down his life for Orthodoxy and his homeland, and who now, by the mercy of God, hath been revealed as a wonder-worker to make steadfast the faith of the weak, to heal all the infirm and to calm those afflicted by many sins, that all might rejoice and chant unto him: Rejoice, O love which warmeth us! Rejoice, O power which healeth us! Rejoice, O understanding which enlighteneth us! Rejoice, O guardian preserving our Orthodoxy! Rejoice, O holy hierarch Hermogenes!
Come, let us praise the all-praised one, who is more glorious than all mortals and Higher in honor than the armies of heaven: the Mother of the Lord Most High, our fervent helper!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.