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

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

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

Troparion of the venerable one, in Tone VIII—

“What is this sight that I see, which mine eyes behold, O Master? Dost Thou who sustainest all creation die, suspended upon the Tree, granting life unto all?” the Theotokos said, weeping, when she beheld upon the Cross the God and man Who had shone forth ineffably from her.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or stavrotheotokion.

Glory…: Troparion of the martyr Neophytus, in Tone IV—

O instructor of Orthodoxy, teacher of piety and purity, beacon of all the world, divinely inspired adornment of monastics: O all-wise Maximus, by thy doctrines thou hast enlightened all. O harp of the Spirit, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.

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

Troparion, in Tone IV—

In his sufferings, O Lord, Thy martyr Neophytus received an imperishable crown from Thee, our God. For, possessed of Thy might, he set at naught the tormenters and crushed the feeble audacity of the demons. By his supplications save Thou our souls!

Now & ever…: Theotokion—

Troparion of the venerable one, in Tone VIII—

Having set all her hope upon Christ the Savior, Agnes, the immaculate maiden, was cast into a den of sin; yet was she arrayed in divine light as in a robe. She confounded the mindless and ungodly, raised from the dead one struck down by the wrath of God, and then was unjustly beheaded with a sword, that, standing in heaven before the life-creating Trinity, she might intercede for the world and pray with boldness in behalf of our souls.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

Thy pure Virgin Mother was wounded within, as Symeon foretold, beholding the most iniquitous of people nailing Thee unjustly to the Tree.

Thy ewe-lamb Agnes, O Jesus, crieth out with a loud voice: “I love Thee, O my Bridegroom, and, seeking Thee, I suffer. I am crucified and buried in Thy baptism. I suffer for Thy sake, that I may reign with Thee; I die for Thee, that I may live with Thee. Accept me, who sacrifice myself for Thee with love, as an unblemished offering!” By her supplications save Thou our souls, in that Thou art merciful.

Thou art the dwelling-place of the Holy Spirit and an heir to the kingdom, O Maximus. Pray for us who honor thy holy memory.

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

Thy tomb hath been shown to be an abode of grace, O all-wise Maximus. Pray for us who have recourse unto thee.

Stichos: Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord; in His commandments shall he greatly delight.

Let thy new home, the holy Lavra, together with Athos, praise thy struggles and sufferings with hymns.

Glory…, in the same tone—

O habitation of the Holy Trinity, adorn thyself and exult, for thou art possessed of a lamp which, though under a bushel, shineth more brightly than the sun.

Thou art the dwelling-place of God, the palace of the King and the heavenly bridal-chamber, O all-pure one, our hope and protection.

Made brilliant by the radiance of the Spirit, through divine wisdom thou wast vouchsafed the intelligence of the rhetors, enlightening with the light of piety the hearts of men, which were darkened by ignorance; and thou wast shown to be a most splendid lamp of Orthodoxy, O venerable Maximus. Wherefore, having become a stranger and wanderer in thy zeal for Him Who seeth all things, thou wast a sojourner in the land of Russia, suffering imprisonment and incarceration at the command of the sovereign; yet thou art crowned by the right hand of the Most High, and workest all-glorious miracles. Be thou also a true mediator for us who honor thy holy memory with love.

O Good One, Who for our sake wast born of the Virgin and, having endured crucifixion, cast down death by death, and as God revealed the resurrection: Disdain not that which Thou hast fashioned with Thine own hand. Show forth Thy love for mankind, O Merciful One; accept the Theotokos who gave Thee birth and prayeth for us; and save Thy despairing people, O our Savior!