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!
Theotokion: O all-holy Mistress, helper of the world, mighty refuge of the sorrowful, sole aid of thy servants who are in need: Rescue thine inheritance from divers misfortunes and sorrows, that we may cry out with faith: Rejoice, O joy and salvation of the world!
Adorned with the beauties of the virtues, thou didst weave thy most sacred vesture, O all-praised Tychon; wherefore, telling of thine end and the manifestation of sweet fragrance, thou didst urge those round about thee to glorify the Savior, O blessed one, proclaiming: Exalt Christ supremely forever!
Irmos: The King of heaven, Whom the hosts of angels hymn, praise and exalt ye supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: O most good Mistress who gavest birth in the flesh to the all-good God, purify my heart, which hath been tormented by the passions, that I may glorify thee with faith and love.
Ignoring the law of the body, like an incorporeal being thou didst run whither the crown of higher knowledge was prepared for thee, O divinely wise one; for it was not for flesh and blood that thou didst promise to live, O Tychon. Wherefore, thou beholdest the beauties of the kingdom of Christ, with Whom thou reignest for all ages.
Thou wast a victor over all the enemies of Christ, and didst undergo torture because of thy conscience, voluntarily sacrificing thyself, O wise Tychon; for before all thy tormenters thou didst cry aloud: “Christ is God! Let the memory of those falsely called gods perish forever!”
Thou didst water the ground of thy heart with torrents of tears, O Tikhon our venerable father, and, standing immovably in prayer, thou didst glorify the Creator of all.
By thy watchful vigils and frequent sighs, O blessed father Tikhon, the grace of the Holy Spirit grew within thee and revealed thee as glorious.
By the sufferings of asceticism and thy valiant struggles, O all-blessed father Tikhon, thou didst cause the divine grain to grow, wherewith thou dost feed those who piously honor thy memory.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.