¶1
Irmos: Thou hast come, O my Lord, as a light into the world: a holy light turning from the darkness of ignorance those who hymn Thee with faith.
¶2
Manfully bearing the infliction of stripes and mightily enduring beatings all thy days, O venerable one, thou didst repose in holiness.
¶3
Theotokion: Neither the mind of an angel nor that of man can describe thy birthgiving; for it transcendeth every mental attainment.
¶4
Having finished the good race, O guileless Acacius, thou hast received rest, free of toils and pangs.
¶5
Nourishing thy mind with pure thought, O God-bearing Acacius, thou didst hasten well to the Cause of all.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.