On “Lord, I have cried…,” these stichera, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…” —
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
Troparion, in Tone IV —
The chosen Chief Cornerstone hath been set up in Sion, the immovable Foundation whereon the ranks of the martyrs have founded themselves. With them doth the victorious Hyacinth shine with heavenly luster. O Thine ineffable loving-kindness, O Master! Thereby, O Christ, save Thou our souls, in that Thou alone art merciful.
Thou wast let fly through Jerusalem, the splendid city of God, like a stone dyed with blood, clad in the purple robe of suffering. And now thou hast manifestly prayed, joining chorus and rejoicing. By thy supplications save those who celebrate thine all-glorious and sacred memory, O all-blessed one.
Possessed of right acceptable boldness before Christ the Master, as an invincible martyr, and His well-given ear as a lawful athlete, cease not in thine entreaties, O right wondrous one, delivering from temptations and evil circumstances those who, keeping thy memory, hymn thee faithfully.
The preëternal God, receiving flesh through thy blood, hath shown thee to be an intercessor for men, O pure one. Wherefore, deliver thy servants from every misfortune and evil circumstance, and from the wiles of the wicked enemy. And vouchsafe that all who glorify and bow down before thee may receive a share of the splendor of the elect.
Stavrotheotokion —
“What is this sight which mine eyes behold, O Master? Lifted up upon a tree, Thou Who sustaineth all creation dost die, granting life unto all,” weeping, the Theotokos said when she saw the God and Man Who ineffably shone forth from her suspended upon the Cross.
In his suffering, O Lord, Thy martyr Hyacinth received an imperishable crown from Thee, our God; for, possessed of Thy might, he set at nought the tormenters and crushed the feeble audacity of the demons. By his supplications save Thou our souls.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.