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The Holy Martyrs Proclus and Hilarion were natives of the village of Kallippi, near Ancyra, and they suffered during the time of a persecution under the emperor Trajan (98-117).
Liturgical Hymns in Honor of Saints Proclus and Hilarion from the Menaion
Translations copyright by Br. Isaac E. Lambertsen, drawn from the Menaion of the Orthodox Church, in 12 volumes (in English), published by the St. John of Kronstadt Press, 1180 Orthodox Way, Liberty TN 37095; www.sjkp.org. Authorized only for private devotional purposes. Further distribution, reproduction, or incorporation into other documents is prohibited without prior permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.
Having endured many and diverse torments, O Hilarion and Proclus, together ye received radiant crowns. Wherefore, with faith we celebrate your most festive memorial, making earnest entreaty, that ye pray for us all.
O blessed Proclus, thou didst endure the laceration of thy flesh, looking forward to everlasting glory, to an abode in paradise and to the never-waning light; and dwelling therein, pray that we who hymn thee may also find enlightenment.
Like two beacons ye illumine the world with the radiance of miracles, O Hilarion and Proclus, athletes of the Lord, who dispel the darkness of the passions. Wherefore, we hymn you with joy, celebrating your memory.
The choirs of heaven were amazed at your patience, O wise ones, for, rejoicing, with courage of mind ye endured the beating of your flesh and the most cunning of tortures, and crushed the malice of the enemy.
Thou didst denounce the foolish with the wisdom of godly discourses, and with the might of the Spirit didst endure the rending of thy flesh, O most blessed Proclus, thou divinely inspired martyr.
When thou wast mercilessly crucified, the mindless one ordered thee mutilated, but thou didst lift the eyes of thy soul unto God and wast made beautiful by thy patience.
With invincible boldness and valiant mind thou didst stand before the tribunal, O Proclus, loudly proclaiming the incarnation of our Deliverer, Who abased Himself even to assuming the form of a servant.
Traversing the deep of cruel torments right safely, ye hastened to the divine haven of everlasting delight which is in Christ, O passion-bearing martyrs.
Behold, the radiant, sacred and harmonious memorial of the martyrs hath shone forth, enlightening the whole earth, dispelling the gloom of wickedness, driving away the clouds from men’s souls and pouring forth the grace of healings.
Like two spiritual breasts that exude the milk of healings, ye give drink to everyheart, O martyrs, driving away the bitterness of infirmities and healing cruel sufferings. Wherefore, ye are called blessed, as is meet.
Having dyed your robes purple with drops of your sacred blood, O all-glorious ones, wearing them in beauty ye ever reign with Christ, our one King and God, praying for the world.
The earth hath been blessed by your blood and in receiving your relics, and the Church of the firstborn is made divinely splendid by the Spirit. Therein, as martyrs, pray ye for the world with the martyrs.