Canon of the hieromartyr, in the same tone —

Exapostilarion of the myrrh-bearer: Spec. Mel.: “O immutable Light…” —

Irmos: To Him Who crushed battles with His arm and led Israel across the Red Sea, let us chant, as to God our Deliverer, for gloriously hath He been glorified.

Kontakion of the hieromartyr, in Tone VI: Spec. Mel.: “Fulfilling His dispensation concerning us…” —

Sessional hymn of the myrrh-bearer, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…” —

Standing before the unapproachable Light, O wise Phocas, illumine my thoughts and heart, I pray, that I may praise thy holy suffering today.

Theotokion: Without knowing man thou didst hold the infinite God fully contained within thy womb, O divinely joyous Theotokos. Him do thou ever entreat in our behalf.

Irmos: O Lord, Fashioner of the vault of heaven and Creator of the Church: establish me in Thy love, O Summit of desire, confirmation of the faithful, Who alone lovest mankind.

Kontakion of the myrrh-bearer, in Tone III: Spec. Mel.: “Today the Virgin…” —

Glory…: Sessional hymn of the hieromartyr, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Go thou quickly before…” —

From infancy thou wast adorned, possessing divine understanding, O all-wise Phocas, having been vouchsafed the grace to work signs and to cast out evil spirits.

Theotokion: As one more exalted than the angels, thou didst receive in thy womb the Master of the angels and of all creation, O all-pure one; wherefore, we honor thee with faith.

Irmos: My heart is established in the Lord; my horn is exalted in my God; my mouth is enlarged over mine enemies. I am glad in Thy salvation.

Full of grace, full of the knowledge of God, O divinely wise one, thou didst have the divine power of the Spirit living within thee; wherefore thou didst shine forth like the sun, illumining the faithful.

Now & ever…: Theotokion —

Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.

Loving first the First Cause of good things, Who in the goodness of His heart hath deified our nature, thou didst follow Him zealously, O Mary, submitting to His divine precepts.

Theotokion: O Maiden, the sleep of sin hath overtaken me through the slumber of slothfulness. By thy vigilant supplication do thou rouse me to repentance.

Irmos: I heard report of Thee, O Lord, and was afraid; for by the ineffable Counsel of the Godhead, Thou, Who art God eternal, didst issue forth, incarnate, from the Virgin. Glory to Thy condescension, O Christ! Glory to Thy power!

Lamenting, thou didst reach the tomb of the Deliverer, O maiden, and wast the first to behold the divine resurrection. Wherefore, thou didst show thyself to be a herald of the glad tidings, crying out: Christ is risen! Clap your hands!

Theotokion: O undefiled, unsullied one, by thy divine propitiation of the all-good God cleanse my heart, which hath been defiled by harmful thoughts and besmirched with ­transgressions.

Irmos: Wherefore hast Thou turned Thy face from me, O Light never-waning? And why hath a strange darkness covered me, wretch that I am? But turn me, and guide my steps to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.

The Word Who was incarnate of thine all-pure blood, O all-pure one, in the richness of His goodness saveth me, releasing me from the condemnation of the first fall. Him do thou unceasingly beseech, that He save thy flock.

Theotokion: He Whose good pleasure it was, in His boundless mercy, to be born of thee, O all-holy Maiden, delivereth me, who have fallen into the cunningly wrought pitfalls of sin. Him do thou beseech, that those who hymn thee with faith may be delivered from all harm.

Irmos: Grant us peace, O Lord our God. O Lord our God, take us for Thy possession. O Lord, we know none other than Thee; we call upon Thy name.

From thy childhood thou didst have a mind sanctified, and even unto old age thou didst please God, O God-bearer, and thus didst ­receive glory.

Theotokion: Save me who am tossed about by the billows of life, O all-pure one, and steer me to the calm havens of dispassion, O help of all Christians who art full of the grace of God.

Irmos: Cleanse me, O Savior, for many are my transgressions; and lead me up from the abyss of evils, I pray, for to Thee have I cried, and Thou hast hearkened to me, O God of my salvation.

The demon aboard ship could not bear the great threat of thee, O God-bearer, and took to flight; and Christ is magnified by thy works, O wondrous one.

Theotokion: O all-immaculate one, thou hast been shown to be a noetic and untouchable mercy-seat of sanctity, a lustrous candlestick, and a bridge leading to God those who confess thee to be the Theotokos.

Irmos: As Thou didst deliver the prophet from the uttermost abyss, O Christ God, in that Thou lovest mankind deliver me from my sins, and direct my life, I beseech Thee.

O wondrous one, adornment and boast of martyrs, who can worthily praise thy mighty works, struggles, journeys and benefactions in all cities?

Theotokion: He Who dwelleth in the highest made His abode within thy holy womb, appearing to the world in a form of flesh. Wherefore, we glorify thee, O pure one.

Irmos: In the furnace the Hebrew children boldly trod the flame underfoot and transformed the fire into dew, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!

Offering up sacrifices as a high priest, O father, in the end thou didst offer thyself as a living sacrifice, bearing witness lawfully to Christ God, accepting death and strengthened by angels, who cried out to thee: Come with us, O Phocas, and no-one will be against us!

Theotokion: Having conceived and given birth to the immortal God, O pure one, thou didst halt the course of death. To Him let us all chant: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!

Irmos: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers, Who by Thine Angel didst save the youths from the fire and transformed the thundering furnace into dew!

Ikos: Desiring the life of heaven and spurning food on earth, let us purify our lips and tongue, that we may worthily fashion hymns and songs for Phocas the priest; for, entering through the portal of heaven, he found the entry unhindered, and gazeth upon the Desired One, Who is glorified by the angels. Thus is he able to entreat, in our behalf, the only Merciful One, the Healer of our souls’ infirmities, in that he endured tortures for Him. Wherefore, let us hymn him and cry aloud to him: Mercifully regarding us, O Phocas, come thou with us, and no one will be against us!

Theotokion: Delivered from all condemnation by thy wondrous birthgiving, O ever blessed Virgin, we hymn thee with joyful voices.

Irmos: Madly did the Chaldæan tyrant heat the furnace sevenfold for the pious ones; but, beholding them saved by a higher Power, he cried out to the Creator and Deliverer: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!

Thou didst truly and manifestly, as a disciple, minister to the Word, Who had abased Himself in His surpassing loving-kindness, O Mary Magdalene; and beholding Him lifted up upon the Cross and laid in the tomb, thou didst lament, weeping. Wherefore, we honor thee and with faith observe thy solemnity. O glorious myrrh-bearer, entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of sins to those who with love honor thy holy memory.

Theotokion: With oneness of mind we glorify thee, the Mother of God, who art more exalted than creation, O pure one; for in thee hath the condemnation which began with Adam been annulled, and the fallen nature of men been restored, which ­chanteth: Ye priests, bless; ye people, exalt Him supremely forever!

Irmos: O Thou Who coverest Thy chambers with waters and settest the sands as a bound for the sea: Thee doth the sun hymn; Thee doth the moon glorify; and unto Thee doth all creation offer a hymn forever, as to the Creator of all.

O ye who love the feasts of the Church, the radiant festival, the commemoration of the divinely wise and holy hierarch Phocas, hath dawned, bringing gladness to the ends of the earth, shining forth with beams of miracles in the world, and bearing inexhaustible grace to men; for he prayeth to the Lord, that He save our souls.

Theotokion: Having given birth to the Lamb of God Who, in His utter loving-kindness, taketh away the offenses of men, thou hast become the cleansing of our fallen, corrupt nature. Wherefore, O Virgin Theotokos, we hymn thee with joy.

Irmos: Heaven was stricken with awe, and the ends of the earth were amazed, that God hath appeared in the flesh, and that thy womb became more spacious than the heavens. Wherefore, the ranks of men and angels magnify thee as the Theotokos.

O pure one, by thy divine birthgiving thou hast restored the mortal essence of men, which hath become corrupt in the passions; and thou hast raised all up from death to the life of incorruption. Wherefore, as is meet, we all call thee blessed, as thou didst foretell, O all-­glorious Virgin.

Theotokion: As the Mother of Him Who suffered for us, deliver me from soul-corrupting passions; as thou art merciful, loose thou the bonds of mine offenses; and as thou art good, bless now my soul, which hath been vexed by the temptations of the demons, O Virgin ­Theotokos, that I may hymn thee, the most hymned one.

Irmos: Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, Who hath exalted the horn of salvation for us in the house of David His child, wherein the Dayspring from on high hath visited us, and directed us to the path of peace.

Stavrotheotokion —

Theotokion: “Thou bearest my likeness while possessing the Father’s countenance, O my Son; for Thou dost manifestly desire to heal the ugliness of mortals!” the all-pure one cried out, bearing Christ in her arms. Her do we hymn with never-ceasing voices.

O all-immaculate Virgin Mother of Christ God, a sword pierced thine all-holy soul when thou didst behold thy Son and God crucified of His own will. O blessed one, cease not to entreat Him, that He grant forgiveness of transgressions unto us.

Theotokion —

Possessing a mind devoid of the tumult of worldly vanity, thou didst minister unto Him Who came to save the whole world from ­deception.

Bathed in thy tears thou didst reach the life-bearing tomb, O Mary, and didst behold the angel, who announced the resurrection of Christ.

Thy heart was blameless in the precepts of Christ, and thou didst desire Him alone, Who is beautiful in comeliness, O right glorious one.

We know thee, O glorious one, to be a beacon of righteousness, resplendent in thy deeds and martyrdom, ever illumining the hearts of the faithful with brilliant radiance and dispelling the darkness of infirmities.

Thou wast shown to be comely in the beauties of martyrdom, O Phocas; for the dove of God alit upon thine honored head, O wise one, telling thee through the Spirit that thou wouldst partake of suffering.

They that are at sea, ever having thy prayers to guide them, are delivered from grievous storms, hymning Him Who, for thy sake, bestoweth saving deliverance upon them.

Our first mother, seeing the one who of old deluded her with his words and drove her from paradise trampled under the feet of pure women who have acquired manly integrity, rejoiceth with them eternally.

Wounded with love for Him Who died and was enclosed in a tomb, breathing forth life for all, O honorable Mary Magdalene, thou offerest myrrh to His sweet love, and pourest forth the perfume of thy tears.

After the divine suffering and the awesome ascension of the Savior, thou didst go forth, announcing the word everywhere, as a glorious disciple of the Word, and pursuing the many who were deceived by ignorance.

Passing through like a precious stone, O venerable, by thy words and miraculous manifestations thou didst bring men who worshipped stones to the divine Faith.

Thou wast shown to be venerable among the righteous and splendid among the martyrs, O glorious and wondrous Phocas, having suffered wondrously and vanquished the ­adversary.

The angelic armies lifted their voices in song, beholding thee who suffered patiently, O blessed martyr, and, while yet in thy corruptible body, didst vanquish incorporeal demons.

The dew of thy words dispelled the burning heat of the disciples’ grief, O honored one, for thou didst cry out: “Christ hath risen! Our Life hath appeared! The brilliant Sun hath shone forth!”

Behold, thy splendid commemoration hath shone forth, illumining the faithful who hymn thee thereon, and dispelling the darkness of the temptations of the evil demons, O right ­wondrous one.

The dove sent to thee from on high related to thee, in a human voice, that which would come to pass, O all-glorious one, telling thee to drain the cup of salvation.

After the manifold drops of thy sweat and the measureless pangs of thy body, thou didst bow thy holy head under the sword and sanctify the ground with thy blood.

Refusing to worship in dead temples, O thou who art most rich, thou didst endure death and livest after death. Wherefore, we call thee blessed, O Phocas.

Standing before the Cross of the Savior with many others, suffering with the Mother of the Lord and pouring forth tears, the all-­glorious one made this offering as praise, saying: “What is this strange wonder? Is it Thy will to suffer, O Thou Who sustainest all creation? Glory to Thy dominion!”

Ikos: Without leaving heaven, Christ, the King and Master of creation, descended as He desired, and of His own will took upon Himself transitory flesh. Watching Him nailed to the Cross, His immaculate Mother stood nearby with the honored virgins. And Mary Magdalene was also there, weeping, who, ever showing most fervent faith, had followed Christ. And when she looked upon the tomb, she cried out in expectation: “Thy good pleasure hath it been to suffer! Glory to Thy dominion!”

Thou hast dispelled divers ailments, having the Word working within thee, before Whom thou now dost stand, O myrrh-bearer, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!

Before the others thou alone didst behold Christ our Life arisen, but thou didst suppose Him to be a gardener, and didst cry out: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!

Passing through the fire like the three youths, through the power of Christ Who dwelt within thee, in manner past understanding thou didst remain unburnt, O martyr.

Enkindled within by the fire of divine love, O wise martyr Phocas, thou didst remain unconsumed though touched by material fire.

Adorned with the divine beauty of thy wounds, thou didst hasten to God, the Judge of thy contest, receiving the crown of victory from Him.

Splendid was thy life, O Magdalene, and it shone forth with the rays of thy virtuous acts and thy divine preaching at God’s behest, and with beams of love for the Creator, to Whom thou dost chant with the angels: Ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely forever!

Thou didst stand before the Cross, O glorious Mary, beholding the unjust slaughter of Him Who, in His ineffable mercy, had abased Himself; and, overflowing with tears and sighs, thou didst cry out: “What is this strange mystery? How is He Who is by nature Life and hath slain death, Himself put to death and dieth?”

God the Creator of all sanctified thee from thine earliest infancy, and, when thou didst attain the measure of age for Christian sufferings, thou also didst undergo suffering and didst overcome the power of the prince of evil; and, bearing thy crown, thou hast attained unto the habitation of the mansions on high.

They that sail ever invoke thee as an excellent helmsman, O wise martyr, and by thy right pleasing supplications are delivered from misfortunes at sea, hymning God, the King and Creator, forever.

In thy profound and honored old age the enemies of the Lord slaughtered thee like an innocent lamb, O glorious Phocas, who slayest the enemy, the author of evil, with the sword of thy confession and boldness forever.

Thou hast now been transported to divine joy, to the broad expanse of paradise, to the noetic and heavenly mansions, where the ranks of the venerable dwell, and where the voice of those who keep splendid festival is heard, O God-bearing Mary. Wherefore, we all call thee blessed.

Nought didst thou prefer on earth to the love of Christ God, and consumed by His beauties alone and following His steps, directly illumined by the rays He sendeth upon thee, O most honored one, thou didst cry out: “Thee do I magnify, O greatly Merciful One!”

Having received divinely imparted deification, having drunk of the torrent of grace, and in godly manner received recompense for thy pangs, O Magdalene, disciple of the Word, numbered with the ranks of the angels, by thy supplications preserve those who honor thee with love.

Beaten, O Phocas, in the beauties of thy miracles thou hast been recognized as a heaven strewn with stars, ever illumining the earth and dispelling the darkness of the passions and all wickedness. Wherefore, we hymn thee with faith.

Thou didst tread the narrow path on earth, O martyr Phocas, in the hope of everlasting good things, and, expanding in piety, thou didst foil all the evil schemes of the enemy.

Now hath thy hallowed solemnity and honored festival dawned, bringing us perfect joy. Thereon thy mighty valors and struggles are truly glorified, and therein do thou remember us, O passion-bearer and martyr.

The never-setting Sun Who shone forth from the Father in the beginning, O maiden, was sealed in the tomb by the assembly of the Jews; yet thou, O Mary, didst behold Him risen and didst announce this to the disciples.

Glory…: that of the hieromartyr —

Thou hast been shown to be the adornment of hierarchs, the helper of the poor and a pillar of the virtues, O divinely wise Phocas; wherefore, remember all of us who hymn thee.

Daniel described thee beforehand as the unquarried mountain from whence the precious Stone was cut which hath demolished the temples of the idols, O Mary Theotokos.