Ode III

Irmos: The desert, the barren Church of the nations, blossomed like a lily at Thine advent, O Lord; and therein hath my heart been established.

Kontakion & ikos from the Pentecostarion.

Sessional hymn of the venerable one, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…”—

Thou didst run like a deer to water, O venerable one, and having been bathed in holy baptism, didst receive the dew wherewith thy heart was made sweet.

Theotokion: The ranks of angels were amazed, and the hearts of men were seized with fear, O all-pure one, at thy birthgiving. Wherefore, we honor thee with faith, O Theotokos.

Unable to bear the sight of thine ascetic feats, O venerable God-bearer, the hordes of the demons plagued thee with divers temptations.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Sessional hymn from the Pentecostarion, or this theotokion, in the same tone & melody—

As thou didst acquire a sanctified life, thou becamest the law-giver and first leader of fasters, O glorious Pachomius, and didst lead them to Christ, in Whom thy heart was established.

Having richly watered thy soul with showers of tears, O wise father, thou didst reap the abundant grain of thy virtues, and as a shepherd of venerable sheep, thou didst feed them on the meadow of abstinence. Wherefore, having departed gloriously from this life, O Pachomius, thou hast joined the choirs of the fathers. Therefore we cry out to thee: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of offenses unto those who honor thy holy memory with love. Twice

O cloud of the noetic Sun, golden lampstand of the divine Light, O undefiled, pure, immaculate Mistress, I pray: With the radiance of dispassion illumine my soul, which hath been darkened by the blindness of the passions, purify my polluted heart with torrents of compunction and tears of repentance, and cleanse me of the mire of my works, that I may cry out to thee with love: O Ever-virgin Theotokos, entreat Christ God, that He grant me remission of transgressions, for thee do I, thy servant, have as my hope.

Stavrotheotokion—

The ewe-lamb, beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, exclaimed, weeping, and bitterly lamenting, 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, Thou abyss and inexhaustible wellspring of mercy, have pity and grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith hymn Thy divine sufferings!”