Irmos: There is none as holy as Thee, O Lord my God, Who hast uplifted the horn of Thy faithful and established us on the rock of the confession of Thee, O Good One.
Sessional hymn, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Thou hast appeared…”—
Thy God-pleasing soul, aflame with zeal on account of thy faith, O blessed God-bearer, mightily destroyed the bitter cruelty and rage of the iniquitous.
Theotokion: The Wisdom and Word of the Father, Who, though existing from before all time, in the latter days ineffably became incarnate of a Mother who knew not man, made her the Theotokos.
Stained by thy blood, thou didst emulate the sufferings of the martyrs, O thrice-blessed Procopius, and with manly soul thou didst patiently endure wounding at the hands of the impious.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Thou didst wisely undertake a twofold struggle, O venerable one, denouncing heresies and manfully enduring the assaults of the lions with godly wisdom, O divinely wise Procopius.
Adorned with the beauties of abstinence, thou didst adorn thy soul with the blood of martyrdom, and hast shone forth more brightly than the sun, O wondrous and venerable Procopius.
O ye faithful, let us bless the Theotokos, the fervent aid of those in tribulation, our helper and reconciliation with God, through whom we have been delivered from corruption.
Stavrotheotokion—
Beholding thy Son lifted up upon the Tree, O all-pure one, thou didst piteously cry out, thy maternal womb wracked with pain: “Woe is me! How is it that Thou hast waned, O my timeless Light?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.