Irmos: Christ our God, to Whom thou gavest birth without seed, O pure Theotokos, do we magnify with unceasing hymns.
A robe of faith was woven for thee on high, whereby thou didst strip the enemy naked at the tribunal, O glorious martyr.
Theotokion: O pure one, we have acquired thee as our protection and refuge, our rampart and bulwark, our ever firm hope amid tribulations.
The tyrant thought to seduce the martyr with blandishments, but the martyr remained steadfast in the Faith.
O glorious Callinicus, thou didst offer thyself unto God as a pure whole-burnt offering and a pleasing sacrifice on the fire of thy contest.
Beautiful are thy feet, O athlete Callinicus, which, though pierced with nails, went on to preach God.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.