Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Thy voice, suffused with light, O most wise one, hath dispelled the darkness of heresies with the divine splendors of radiance, and hath guided to the light of Orthodoxy those who cry: Hymn the Lord, ye works, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: O pure Mistress and Theotokos, direct me now, who am stuck fast by many tribulations and am beset in a tumult of sin, to the calm concourse of the stillness of the Spirit; for thou art the refuge of Christians. Wherefore, we hymn thee for all ages.
Like a pen, thy most beautiful tongue, O most wise Hypatius, hath recorded by grace the law, erasing all the ancient images on the tablets. Wherefore, we hymn thee as a wise scribe for all ages.
Let the wondrous Hypatius be honored as a divine pillar of fire reaching up to the heights of heaven, an unassailable buttress, an indestructible rampart, the confirmation of the Church, the foundation of hierarchs, the comely beauty of martyrs.
Thou wast counted worthy to behold Him Whom thou didst desire when manifestations of the truth were revealed; for, still shedding thine ardent blood, O martyr, thou didst hasten to thine ultimate Desire, joining chorus with divine choirs of the martyrs and the venerable for all ages.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.