Aposticha stichera from the Octoechos, and Glory…, in Tone VI—

O venerable father, the sound of thy corrections hath gone forth into all the earth; wherefore, thou hast found the reward of thy labors in the heavens, hast destroyed hordes of the demons and attained unto the ranks of the angels, whose life thou didst blamelessly emulate. As thou hast boldness before Christ God, beg thou peace for our souls.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…”—

Troparion, in Tone IV—

Beholding Thee crucified, O Christ, she who gave Thee birth cried out: “What is this strange mystery which I see, O my Son? How is it that Thou diest, suspended in the flesh upon the Tree, O Bestower of life?”

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…”—

We honor thee, O Paul our father, as the instructor of a multitude of monks; for, following thy steps, we have truly learned to walk aright. Blessed art thou who didst labor for Christ and set at naught the power of the enemy, O converser with the angels, companion of the venerable and the righteous. With them entreat the Lord, that our souls find mercy.

O God of our fathers, Who ever dealest with us according to Thy gentleness, withdraw not Thy mercy from us, but by their entreaties direct our life in peace.

“What is this sight which I see, which mine eyes behold, O Master? How is it that Thou Who sustainest all creation diest, uplifted upon the Tree, granting life unto all?” the Theotokos said, weeping, when she saw the God and man Who had shone forth from her ineffably, hanging on the Cross.