Irmos: It is not possible for men to behold God, upon Whom the ranks of angels dare not gaze; but through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate unto men; and magnifying Him with the armies of heaven, we call thee blessed.
Thou didst attain thine ultimate and uttermost desire, O divinely wise Irenarchus, and becamest a god through communion, chanting with the incorporeal ones: Holy, holy, holy art Thou, O all-accomplishing and omnipotent Trinity!
Theotokion: Unable to comprehend the unapproachable wonder of thy birthgiving, O Virgin Mother, we glorify it more with silence; and thee, who alone art most blessed, do we glorify as blessed among women, O all-immaculate one.
Having eluded the nets of those who pursued thee, thou didst find rest in the nest of heaven, O glorious one, and wast united to the armies of the martyrs who suffered with thee. Wherefore, we honor thy memory, celebrating it with great joy.
Laying claim to the might and power of Christ, and sailing across the cruel abyss of torments, thou didst attain unto the haven of the Most High, all adorned and abundantly drenched with the outpourings of the light of the Spirit.
Stichera, in Tone VI: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…”—
Stichos: O holy martyr Irenarchus, pray to God for us!
Praising the struggles of the honored athlete and the pangs of the warrior of Christ, O ye faithful, let us chant unto the Lord: Through his supplications deliver us from all need!
Stichos: O holy martyr Irenarchus, pray to God for us!
When thou didst suffer and pass through the storm of cruelties, thou didst have great peace with the Lord, O most blessed Irenarchus, thou valiant warrior and intercessor for those who praise thee.
Glory…: With thee suffered a choir of women and a divine assembly of children, O blessed Irenarchus, which mightily finished the contest with the holy Acacius and set deception at nought.
Now & ever…: Thou art mine aid and protection, O most immaculate Theotokos; for thee do I have as a helper amid sorrows, afflictions and imprisonment, and thee, the all-hymned one, do I glorify.
Stavrotheotokion: The Virgin, Thy pure Mother, beholding the most iniquitous men who unjustly nailed Thee to the Tree, O Savior, was wounded in the womb, as Symeon foretold.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.