AT VESPERS

On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “As one valiant among the martyrs…”—

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

Troparion, in Tone VIII—

With most pious thought, with purity and holiness of mind, by restraining the passions, and by observing the commandments of Christ and piety, O most blessed one who art most rich, thou didst strive to preserve the dignity of the image which was, in the beginning, fashioned according to the image and likeness of God.

Having first undertaken ascetic endeavor, and followed it afterwards with suffering in divinely wise manner, thou wast in both well pleasing unto the Creator, Who alone requireth of us purity and nobility of soul. And glorifying His advent in the flesh, thou didst venerate the holy image of His divine manhood.

Denouncing those who wickedly rejected the incarnation of the Word, O venerable one, thou didst perfect the truth, upholding it by enduring wounds and all manner of afflictions, by thy fetters and imprisonment; wherefore, thou becamest an heir to the kingdom of Christ, to ineffable joy and everlasting radiance.

As thou makest untiring supplication and ceaseless entreaty before God, O all-pure one, quell thou the temptations and still the waves of my wretched soul; calm my heart, which is afflicted, I beseech thee, O Maiden, and bring grace to my mind, that I may glorify thee as is meet.

Stavrotheotokion, in the same tone & melody—

As she beheld Thee, the Lamb and Shepherd, upon the Tree, the ewe-lamb who gave birth to Thee lamented and exclaimed to Thee maternally: “O most desired and long-suffering Son, how is it that Thou art suspended upon the Tree of the Cross? How is it that Thy hands and feet have been pierced with nails by the iniquitous, O Word? How is it that Thou hast shed Thy blood, O Master?”

With the torrents of thy tears thou didst irrigate the desert; by the sighs which arose from the depths of thy soul thou didst bring forth fruit an hundredfold; and thou wast a beacon for the whole world, shining with miracles. O Procopius our father, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.