September 19 Holy Martyrs Trophimus, Sabbatius, and Dorymedon

Read the Lives of Ss. Trophimus, Sabbatius, and Dorymedon here

The Holy Martyrs Trophimus, Sabbatius and Dorymedon suffered for Christ during the reign of the Roman emperor Probus (276-282). 

Liturgical Hymns in Honor of Ss. Trophimus, Sabbatius, and Dorymedon 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.

O martyrs of Christ of great renown, illumined with the all-radiant lightningflashes of the Spirit, dispel the clouds from my soul, enlighten my mind, and open my lips for hymnody, that I may praise you.

With steadfastness of mind did ye oppose the vain-minded one who sought to force you to render alien worship to his gods, O martyrs, and ye brought yourselves to the King of all as perfect sacrifices through divers torments.

Strength was given you by almighty God to cast down all the strength of the serpent, O honored great-martyrs, warriors of the Trinity, right wondrous Sabbatius and godly Dorymedon and Trophimus.

With most beautiful resolve and a firm conscience, ye proceeded to the trial of martyrdom; and, lacerated exceedingly and afflicted with wounds, ye remained immovable in your invincible resolve.

Having dyed most sacred purple robes in the outpourings of your blood, O valiant warriors, ye now stand before the immortal King and Lord, unceasingly making supplication for us.

Subjected to tortures, lacerated bodily in divers ways, cruelly bound, and cast to the wild beasts, ye did not deny Christ, O most glorious warriors, holy greatmartyrs.

Illumined by the endurance of tortures, ye were suspended upon a tree, O martyrs; and, your sides raked with iron claws, O glorious ones, in the nakedness of your bodies ye were invested with divine incorruption, and stand ever before the throne of the Trinity.

Wounded for Christ, O martyr Trophimus, thou didst take delight in intense pain, looking to the divine rewards of heaven and inexhaustible sweetness. And now, having completed thy race, thou hast been counted worthy thereof, as food for the Master.

Enduring torments in thy youth, O Sabbatius, rejoicing, thou didst surrender thy soul into the hands of God, and hast come to rest well in the mansions of heaven, having vanquished the accursed one who was expelled therefrom; and thou hast received the honors of victory.

Having withdrawn from bodily love, O most lauded ones, through all manner of pangs and wounds ye achieved union with the most compassionate God, Who loved you with mercy and hath slain the passions with your sufferings.

Thy steps were directed to the paths of martyrdom, O most wise martyr Trophimus; and made beautiful therein, shod with sandals pierced with nails, thou didst crush the head and sting of Belial.

Giving voice to divine speech, O much-suffering Trophimus, thou didst put the tyrant to shame; and, thy feet flowing with blood, thou didst sanctify the earth. And joyfully thou dost pass over to paradise, asking salvation for us.

Sailing peacefully over the abyss of torments with the piloting of the Spirit, O right glorious athletes, in sacred manner ye reached the tranquil harbor of salvation.

Seeing thy members falling to the ground, O Trophimus, and having vinegar poured into thy nostrils, thou didst greatly receive the sweet fragrance of the love of Christ.

As a counselor of the justifications of Christ, thou didst utterly reject the counsels of the ungodly foe, O martyr Dorymedon, and, wounded, didst give thyself over to tortures.

Made beauteous in every way by thy gestures to God, O blessedDorymedon, thou didst endure mightily, seared with heated goads, thy sides unjustly lacerated.

Desiring to behold the ineffable glory of God, O Trophimus, thou wast blinded in thine eyes by heated irons, and didst cry out to the Lord in thanksgiving: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

Enflamed with love for the worshipful Trinity, the three completed the' greatest of struggles and now rejoice with the myriads of heaven. With them be thou mindful of us, ever asking that we be released from our transgressions.

Having struggled against wounds with your naked bodies, ye received the adornment of incorruption, having clad the eternal enemy in shame, O crowned ones; and having passed over to the places of God's rest, ye cry out: Ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!

Driven along on foot, the witnesses to Christ's sufferings were bound to trees and endured laceration with valiant resolve; and with the streams of   their blood they drowned legions’ of the evil demons, chanting in godly manner: Ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!

Let Trophimus be praised, let Sabbatius be glorified, and let Dorymedon be magnified today: the unshakeable pillars, the ramparts of the faithful, and the splendid beacons of the Church, which they honorably illumine with the rays of their magnificent struggles, for all ages.

With the might of the Creator of all ye restrained the raging of the wild beasts and remained unharmed by them, O martyrs, despite their constant assaults. Wherefore, ye have been enrolled in the flock of the martyrs and ever pray in our behalf.

Most gloriously beheaded with the sword ye offered yourselves as sacrifices for the mystical altar; and ye now dwell most joyously in the habitations of the firstborn, beholding the glory of God and receiving the fruits of your pangs and honors for your suffering.

Assembling together, come, ye faithful, and let us praise Dorymedon, Sabbatius and the glorious Trophimus, the mighty witnesses to the truth, the grapes of the noetic Vine, from whence the wine of gladness poureth forth upon us through the grace of God.

The most festive memorial of the wise athletes, shining forth today, doth truly illumine all more brightly than the rays of the sun, dispelling the darkness of the passions and the clouds of despondency. Through their supplications, O Christ, grant Thy mercies unto us all.