July 16 Hieromartyr Athenogenes the Bishop of Heracleopolis

Read the Life of St. Athenogenes here

Hieromartyr Athenogenes and his Ten Disciples suffered for Christ during the persecution of Christians in the city of Sebastea in Cappadocia. 

Liturgical Hymns in Honor of St. Athenogenes 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.

Vested in the splendid raiment of the priesthood, the glorious Athenogenes showed it to be yet more pure when dyed in his blood. Entering into the holy temple therewith, appearing before Him Who seeth all things, and ministering to Him with the immaterial ranks, he is illumined by divine communion. Him do we call blessed.

Joining chorus now with the ranks of heaven, O right glorious hierarch and martyr, save those who hymn thee with faith.

Guided by the laws of the Master, O honored assembly of the martyrs of Christ, ye destroyed the counsels of the iniquitous.

Wholly consumed like an unblemished sacrifice, O blessed of God, for the sake of thy faith thou didst offer thyself to God through the fire of torments.

The martyred hierarch Athenogenes, having destroyed the cruel wiles of the enemy by his indestructible love for God, hath been vouchsafed glory with his disciples.

With steadfast opposition the godly ones blunted the arrows and darts of the enemy, and with their splendid rays they illumine the thoughts of all.

Wielding a mighty lash, the mindless one pitilessly inflicteth stripes, unceasingly lacerating; but he was unable to shake their firm resolve, which passeth understanding.

Transported far above every mind by divine ascents, O divinely wise ones, ye were undaunted by the bitter wounds of your flesh.

As a God-pleasing emulator of Christ and a blameless hieromartyr, Athenogenes was vouchsafed divine grace.

O martyrs who spake of the incarnation of the Word, ye endured wounds and death, passing over to immortality.

Having closed off the wisdom of thy flesh through dispassion, O right wondrous one, thou didst emulate the suffering of the Dispassionate One.

By his divine precepts the glorious Athenogenes led the choir of his disciples to the Master.

The Bestower of light hath made thy memory radiant, O martyr, fulfilling thy petitions for those who have recourse to thee with faith.

Athenogenes hath received the goodly title of martyr, and with him the choir of his disciples hath been crowned, having first fasted, overcoming the wiles of the demons.

Christ the Master maketh thine honored memory radiant, fulfilling thy supplications to Him, O blessed one; for, behold, a deer led its young to thee at the behest of God.

Thou wast shown to be a noetic garden of paradise, O right glorious one, having the tree of life in thy midst; and with the fragrance of divine flowers thou dost manifestly perfume all.

Having quenched the flame with the outpourings of thy blood, with the fire of thy struggles thou didst utterly consume the tinder of evil, O blessed one, crying out: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

Let the martyrs be praised as warriors of Christ, for they destroyed the uprisings of the flesh by the pangs of asceticism, and false worship by the outpouring of their blood.

Like immovable pillars the venerable martyrs were not shaken by the command of the iniquitous that their heads be cut off, nor by the laceration of their flesh, nor yet by multifarious tortures.

Gazing at the outpourings of divine light, Athenogenes destroyed the deep darkness of the falsehood of idolatry, and became light.

Glorifying the Lord, the choir of angels and martyrs, hierarchs and the venerable, rejoiceth in the memory of the honored athletes.

Proceeding to thy martyrdom with thy ten disciples, O holy hierarch, thou wast numbered among the flocks of the martyrs. With them we bless thee with faith.

Behold the radiant feastday of the martyrs, resplendent with grace, illumining the hearts of the faithful with divine splendors! Come ye, let us draw forth enlightenment therefrom!

Like pure offerings and unblemished lambs did ye bring yourselves to Him Who was slain for our sake, O martyrs, receiving crowns of victory from Him as the Judge of the contest.

Thy pangs let fall drops of sweetness, O athlete, and take away all the bitterness of the passions for those who have recourse to thy temple with faith and celebrate thy salvific memory.