At the aposticha, Glory…, in Tone VI—

O venerable father, the sound of thy corrections hath gone forth into all the earth; wherefore, thou hast found the reward of thy labors in the heavens, hast destroyed hordes of the demons and attained unto the ranks of the angels, whose life thou didst blamelessly emulate. As thou hast boldness before Christ God, ask thou peace for our souls.

Troparion of the venerable one, in Tone VIII—

Now & ever…, from the Pentecostarion.

With the streams of thy tears thou didst irrigate the barren desert, and with sighs from the depths of thy soul thou didst render thy labors fruitful an hundredfold, and becamest a beacon for the whole world, resplendent with miracles. O Pachomius our father, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.

O Pachomius our father, we honor thee as the guide of a multitude of monks; for following thy steps we have truly come to know how to walk aright. Blessed art thou who, laboring for Christ, didst denounce the power of the enemy, O conversor with the angels, companion of the venerable and the righteous. With them entreat the Lord, that our souls find mercy.

Now & ever…, from the Pentecostarion.