Irmos: There is none as holy as Thee, O Lord my God, Who hast uplifted the horn of Thy faithful and established us on the rock of the confession of Thee, O Good One.
Glory..., Now and ever...: Theotokion—
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel: “Of the Wisdom...”—
Having adorned thy soul with divine virtues, O venerable one, O martyr, thou didst truly make of it a dwelling-place for the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Theotokion: He Who alone is holy is born of thee, O all-holy one, in manner past understanding and expression, sanctifying mortals who are in thrall to the passions because of the vile counsel of the enemy.
Those who of old fell miserably into the abyss are by thine exalted teachings, shining afar, led up to an eminent height, O martyr Conon.
As a temple of God, thou didst cast down idols by thine invocations of God, O most blessed one, standing forth in the temple of the idols, guiding the erring to the knowledge of God.
Having arrayed thyself in the full armor of Christ, thou didst show thyself to be a destroyer of demons and wast a constant sacrifice for the faithful. Possessed of an impregnable tower of faith, thou dost bear us up to the height of thy miracles. Wherefore, thou hast fittingly received wreaths of victory from God, O much-suffering martyr Conon. For this cause we cry to thee: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of transgressions unto those who honor thy holy memory with love.
Having fallen into the tangled snares of enemies, visible and invisible, beset by the tempest of my countless offenses, O pure one, I flee to the refuge of thy goodness, as to mine ardent help and protection. Wherefore, O all-pure one, earnestly entreat Him Who became incarnate of thee without seed, in behalf of all thy servants who unceasingly pray to thee, O all-pure Theotokos, ever beseeching Him to grant remission of offenses to those who hymn thy glory as is meet.
Or this Stavrotheotokion—
Beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, the ewe-lamb exclaimed, weeping, and lamenting bitterly, cried out: “The world rejoiceth, receiving deliverance through Thee; but my womb doth burn, beholding Thy crucifixion which Thou endurest in the loving-kindness of Thy mercy. O long-suffering Lord, abyss and inexhaustible wellspring of mercy, take pity, and grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith hymn thy divine sufferings.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.