On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “O all-praised martyrs…” —
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion, in the same tone & melody —
Troparion, in Tone VIII —
Having made thine abode in the wilderness like Elijah of old, O all-praised father Sampson, with the burnings of asceticism thou didst cause the assaults of the flesh to wither up, purifying thy mind with unceasing prostrations before God. Pray thou now, that He grant our souls peace and great mercy.
O divinely wise father Sampson, adorned with dispassion thou wast numbered among the desert-dwellers, and didst make thine abode in a monastery of the venerable, where was the never-waning light, and where also was the tree of life. Pray thou now, that God grant to our souls peace and great mercy.
O divinely inspired father Sampson, thou wast a lamp enlightening all the earth with the beams of thy miracles, dispelling the darkness of soul-destroying infirmities and driving away the gloom of the demons. Pray thou now, that God grant to our souls peace and great mercy.
Woe is me! What shall I do, having defiled with transgressions my mind, soul and body? What shall I do? How shall I escape the unbearable flame, the unbreakable and everlasting bonds? But before the end, O most immaculate one, entreat thy Son, that He grant me remission!
Stavrotheotokion, in the same melody —
When the unblemished Ewe-lamb and Mistress saw her Lamb on the Cross, bereft of form and comeliness, she said, lamenting: “Woe is me! Whither hath Thy beauty set, O Thou Who art most sweet? Where is Thy majesty, where the shining grace of Thy visage, O my Son most beloved?”
In thy patience, O venerable father, thou didst acquire thy reward, having endured in prayer without ceasing, and loved the poor and provided for them. Beseech Christ God, O merciful and blessed Sampson, that our souls be saved.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.