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St. Procopius a native of Jerusalem, lived and suffered during the reign of the emperor Diocletian (284-305)
Liturgical Hymns in Honor of St. Procopius 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.
Thy name was given thee from heaven as to a preacher to the nations, O most glorious Procopius; and, illumined in mind, thou didst forsake the darkness of idolatry and becamest a lamp for the faithful, illumining the ends of the earth with the divine radiance of thine honored struggles, O glory and boast of the martyrs.
Drenched with the rich effulgence of the Spirit, O martyr Procopius, as one enlightened deliver from the darkness of the passions and from dangers those who honor thine honorable festival.
Thy calling came not from men, O Procopius; rather Christ pursued thee from heaven, as He had Paul of old, making thee a true witness to His sufferings.
As one sensible, O all-wise Procopius, thou didst trade a corrupt army for one which is everlasting, and a mortal king for One Who is immortal, Who giveth thee a kingdom incorruptible.
Christ appeared to thee all-gloriously in the midst of the Cross, manifestly teaching thee of His condescension toward us, and summoning thee to suffering.
Breathing forth zeal for God, thou didst raise thyself up as a temple and tower for the divine Spirit; and thou didst cast down the demons' temples and graven images bereft of soul, O martyr Procopius.
Thou wast stripped of the garments of thy skin through flaying, but didst put on the vesture of incorruption, O Procopius; and thou hast stripped naked the greatly crafty one, O martyr.
By thy divine visions thou didst cut down the prideful tyrant, who was arrogant in the might of his ungodliness, crying out to the Master: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
The Deliverer appeared to thee when thou wast imprisoned in a dungeon, O Procopius, filling thee with boldness, illumining thee with radiance, and imparting a twofold calling to thy going forth.
Those who were enshrouded in the gloom of unbelief, seeing thy countenance illumined by divine grace, received the light of faith at the behest of God.
By the light of thy words thou didst lead a godly army to Christ, and through the blood of martyrdom it hath, with thee, inherited the everlasting kingdom, O Procopius.
The women of senatorial rank became participants in the assembly on high, and, renouncing the splendor of their rank, they elected to die for Thee, O immortal Word.
A fire with divine zeal, the souls which desired Thy kingdom, O greatly Merciful One, disdained their bodies, which were mercilessly burned and consumed.
Thy mellifluous tongue, exuding honeyed teachings, hath truly delivered from the bitterness of ungodliness those who have recourse to thee in submission, O martyr Procopius.
Having acquired piety as thy mother, O martyr, thou didst divest thyself of impiety and through thy martyrdom didst lead thine honored mother in the flesh to the heavenly Father.
Though he pierced thy cheeks with an iron rod, O martyr, the tyrant could not shake the firmness of thy mind, which was fixed steadfastly by the love of Him Who endured suffering in the flesh.
Though thy neck was crushed with leaden weights, O martyr, thou didst not feel it, for thou didst desire to bear upon thy neck the all-easy yoke of Him Who, in His lovingkindness, assumed our nature.
Receiving the grace of healings from on high, thou dispellest infirmities, O martyr, and drivest away evil spirits, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Sustaining multifarious wounds at the hands of the enemy and burned with fire, O blessed one, thou didst steadily burn up ungodliness, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
Cruelly burned with torches, pierced with sharp blades, and convulsed with repeated wounding, O martyr, suffering exceedingly thou didst cry out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
With thy right hand thou didst smite the dark visages of the demons, O blessed one; for thou didst set it against burning embers, that it might be consumed, O glorious one, opposing the iniquitous tyrant and crying out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
Having Christ, the immovable Rock, as thy foundation, O most blessed and glorious Procopius, cruelly weighted down with stones thou didst rejoice, and He eased thy burden, that thou mightest attain easy joy, crying out: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord!
When thou didst receive the end thou didst desire, thou didst most wisely bow thy head before God; and, struck by the sword, thou didst mount thy blood as it were a chariot and didst hasten to Him, O martyr.
As a well-spring of miracles, thou pourest forth rivers of healings, and thou puttest an end to the flame of the passions and drownest hordes of the demons by the almighty divine power of the Spirit, O right wondrous one.
O Procopius, by thy sacred entreaties to God the Creator, save those who joyously keep thy most holy memory from every threat, every illness and every misfortune.