Irmos: Eve, through weakness, abode under the curse of disobedience; but thou, O Virgin Theotokos, hast put forth blessing for the world through the Offspring of thy child-bearing. Wherefore, we all magnify thee.
Like a rose, like a sacred lily of sweet fragrance, like a cypress-tree, like a divine and sweet-smelling oil, thy shrine, O holy hierarch, most honored hieromartyr, doth emit the perfume of miracles, dispelling fœtid infirmities.
Theotokion: Lift up thy grace, O pure one, increase thine entreaty, and bring before the Master the ranks of the angels, the choirs of the apostles and prophets, and all the righteous and the martyrs, that those who honor thee may be saved.
Thou hast been shown to be a conversor with the prophets and the sacred martyrs who ended their lives well with the shedding of their blood, the peer of the holy and the venerable, and the companion of all the righteous from ages past, O right wondrous one.
Thy memory hath shone forth upon us today more brightly than the sun, illumining with immaterial light the hearts of us who with faith bless thee thereon and praise thee with supplication, O Hypatius.
With thy light, O Hypatius, illumine the thoughts of us who celebrate thy divine and luminous memory, and by thine entreaties deliver from fire, torment and every temptation those who piously bless thee.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.