Irmos: Wherefore hast Thou turned Thy face from me, O Light never-waning? And why hath a strange darkness covered me, wretch that I am? But turn me, and guide my steps to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.
Foreseeing crowns and lasting glory, O Theodore, with bold mien thou didst cry out to those who were suffering with thee: “Be ye in no wise daunted by death, whereby in but a little while ye will receive gladness and ineffable life!”
Theotokion: By thy supplications grant remission of offenses unto thy servants, delivering them from temptations, tribulations and sorrows, and conquest by blaspheming heretics, O most immaculate Virgin Theotokos.
Wounded with the love of thy Master and consumed by the fire of desire for Him, O blessed one, thou didst drain the cup of martyrdom, which in no wise is polluted by secondary defilements, O ever-memorable athlete Callistus.
With steadfast resolve thou wast the first to go forth to combat, and thou wast a lesson in courage for those who suffered with thee, O Theodore. With them hast thou inherited the everlasting resting places and everlasting delight.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.