At the Aposticha, Glory..., in Tone VIII—

Now and ever..., Theotokion; or this Stavrotheotokion, Spec. Mel: “O most glorious wonder...”—

Having piously armed thyself with martyric courage, O athlete of Christ, and mystically allied thyself with His power, struggling to offer rational sacrifice unto God, thou didst show the godlessness of idolatry and the threats of the tormentors to be empty, despising tortures and transitory fire. But, O, the gifts divine! Both in reality and in name, from every evil circumstance by thy prayers do thou save those who celebrate thy memory.

Troparion, in Tone II—

Now and ever..., Theotokion; or this Stavrotheotokion, Spec. Mel: “When from the Tree...”—

The unblemished heifer, beholding her Bullock sacrificed of His own will upon the Tree, weeping with pity, cried out: “Woe is me, my most beloved Child! What hath the ungrateful assembly of the Jews done to Thee, wishing to leave me childless, bereft of Thee, O most Beloved One?”

At the Blessing of the Loaves, the troparion of the hieromartyr, in Tone IV—

Glory, in Tone I—

Great are the achievements of faith! In the fountain of flame, as in refreshing water, the holy martyr Theodore rejoiced; for, wholly consumed by the fire, he offered himself as sweet bread unto the Trinity. By his prayers, O Christ God, save Thou our souls!

O thrice-blessed Theodore, I honor thee as the namesake of gifts divine; for, appearing as an unwaning beacon of light divine, thou hast enlightened all creation with thy sufferings; and, shown to be stronger than the fire, thou didst extinguish the flame and didst crush the head of the lying serpent. Wherefore, Christ, touching thee amid thy sufferings, crowned thy divine head. O great martyr and sufferer, as thou hast boldness before God, do thou earnestly pray for our souls.

O pure one, as thou didst behold hanging upon the Tree the most ripe Cluster which thou didst bring forth in thy womb without cultivation, lamenting, thou didst cry out, exclaiming: “O my Child, pour forth the sweetness whereby all the drunkenness of the passions is taken away! For the sake of me who gave Thee birth, O Benefactor, be Thou entreated in Thy tender mercy.

O holy hierarch Hermogenes, we beseech thee: Look down upon Russia and visit it with thy supplication: “O Lord, let the enemies of Russia vanish like smoke, and let them perish like wax before the fire!”

Stichos: Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

Thou didst pour forth thy supplication to the Lord, O holy hierarch Hermogenes, and to Him didst thou declare thy grief, saying: “Behold, I lay down my life for my sheep! O Lord, accept it as incense of prayer for Orthodox Russia, that it may remain in holiness and the right Faith forever!”

Stichos: Thy priests shall be clothed in righteousness, and Thy righteous shall rejoice.

Cover us with thy supplications, O holy hierarch our father, and teach us to pray in Orthodox manner: “O Lord our Lord, save us before we perish utterly!”

O all-praised martyr Hermogenes, even the earth could not conceal thee: for heaven received thee, and the gates of heaven have been opened unto thee; and, dwelling therein, thou delightest in the tree of life. Pray thou to Christ, that He grant our souls peace and great mercy.

Now & ever…, in the same tone—

While the holy hierarch Hermogenes standeth before the Mother of God, praying for Russia, we also fall down before the all-pure one, crying aloud: O all-holy Theotokos, help us!

O foremost hierarch of the Russian land and tireless advocate for it before God, laying down thy life for the Faith of Christ and thy flock, thou didst deliver thy land from ungodliness. Wherefore, we cry aloud unto thee: Save us by thy supplications, O hieromartyr Hermogenes our father! Twice

And “Virgin Theotokos, rejoice!…”, once.