At Vespers

On “Lord, I have cried…”, 6 stichera, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Called from on high…” —

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “When from the Tree…” —

Troparion, in Tone VIII —

Being meek of soul and heart, when thou wast wounded with divine love and didst submit to withdraw from the tumults of life through sacred ascents, then, armed with the power of the Cross, thou didst advance upon the demons waging battle, O most blessed one, and didst plait for thyself a wreath of victory; and now thou dwellest in the splendors of the saints. With them ask for us enlightenment and peace, and deliverance from offenses. Twice

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…” —

With the luminous beams of thy healings thou didst all-gloriously enlighten the world, O right glorious father, dispelling the most profound darkness of infirmities. Wherefore, we all acknowledge thee to be another sun, the confirmation of monastics, who by the divine Spirit guidest those who seek salvation. And we now celebrate thy radiant and saving memory, O Hilarion, receiving remission of transgressions through thee. Twice

By asceticism, O father, thou didst make the carnal passions subject to thy reason-endued soul; and, furnished with wings of dispassion, O venerable one, thou hast received the grace to heal, to expel evils spirits and to save those who have recourse to thee. Wherefore, the choirs of monastics bless thee, O right glorious one, and all creation doth honor thy struggles, O Hilarion. Twice

Glory…, the composition of Anatolius, in Tone II —

Bearing the wisdom of perfection from thy youth, and taking upon thyself the yoke of Christ, O Hilarion, thou didst emulate the life of the godly Anthony, imitating his virtue in divers ways; and thou didst cause the flesh, which leapt about like a colt, to wither up, for it was needful that thy soul tame it to finish the race of asceticism. O most blessed father and wondrous God-bearer, ask thou cleansing and great mercy for those who celebrate thy memory with love.

Beholding Thee nailed to the tree of the Cross, O Jesus, she who knew not wedlock said, weeping: “O my sweet Child, why hast Thou left me alone who gave Thee birth? O unapproachable Light of the all-unoriginate Father, haste Thou and glorify Thyself, that those who glorify Thy divine sufferings may receive divine glory!”

At the aposticha, the stichera from the Octoechos; and, Glory…: idiomelon, in Tone VIII —

Filled with the Holy Spirit, the venerable Hilarion set at nought the wiles of the demons; for, armed with the Cross, and having boldness therein, by his word he healed all sicknesses, the passions of the soul and every bodily infirmity. Through his supplications, O Christ, send down peace upon us, in that Thou lovest mankind.

The unblemished Heifer, beholding her Bullock nailed to the Tree of His own will, cried out, lamenting piteously: “Woe is me, O most beloved Child! How hath the thankless assembly of the Jews recompensed Thee, desiring to leave me bereft of Thee, my Child, O most Beloved?”

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 Hilarion our father, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.