Memory of the Holy Great-martyr Panteleimon

God is the Lord, and He revealed Himself to us. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

Verse 1: Give thanks to the Lord and call upon His holy name.

Verse 2: All the nations surrounded me, but in the name of the Lord I defended myself against them.

Verse 3: And this came about from the Lord, and it is wonderful in our eyes.

Holy medaled Martyr and healer St. Panteleimon, make intercession to our merciful God, that He grant our souls remission of offenses.

Holy medaled Martyr and healer St. Panteleimon, make intercession to our merciful God, that He grant our souls remission of offenses.

Virgin Theotokos, we sing hymns extolling you, through whom came humanity’s salvation. For your Son and our God, who is benevolent, accepted the Passion and the crucifixion, in the flesh that He assumed from you, and thus from destruction He rescued us.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

All-blessed one, you loved the Christian faith of your mother, * and you convinced your father to convert and adopt it. * You therefore received the grace from God almighty, O holy one, * great and glorious Panteleimon the Martyr, * to cure the illnesses of the sick who implore you * with reverence and ardent faith.

All-holy Virgin pure, you are the hope of us Christians. * Together with the hosts of the angels in heaven, * unceasingly pray to God, whom you bore inconceivably, * to forgive us all of every sin and to give us * the amendment of our lives, as we glorify you, * O Lady, with faith and love.

We believers now extol you, O wise one. * You were a soldier of the Master, invincible, * courageous, decorated, and the martyrs’ pride and joy. * You are praised throughout the world; and we faithfully honor * your all-holy memory, O all-laudable Martyr. * In song we glorify the contests that you won; * and thus we honor and magnify our Savior Christ.

Who can relate my many sordid ideas * and my unseemly thoughts that rage like a blizzard, * for they should not be uttered, All-blameless One? * Also the disturbances from my bodiless opponents, * and their awful wickedness: who can fully describe them? * But I implore you to deliver me * from them, O Good One, * by your intercessory prayers.

On this day, O martyr saint Panteleimon, * your distinguished martyrdom is celebrated everywhere. * We glorify the Giver-of-Life, * for He has made you a powerful patron Saint.

Virgin Mother, open wide your undefiled arms, * and with them protect us all who put our every hope in you * and who cry out to your Son and pray, * “O Christ our God, give Your mercy to everyone.”

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

From my youth, many passions war against me. O my Savior, I implore You, uphold me and save me. (2)

You who hate Zion, be shamed by the Lord; for you will be withered like grass in the fire. (2)

By the Holy Spirit every soul is animated, and when purified, it is mystically uplifted and brightened by the triune Godhead.

From the Holy Spirit the streams of grace well forth; they water all creation, so that life be engendered.

The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree; he shall be multiplied like the cedar in Lebanon. (2)

Verse: Those planted in the house of the Lord shall blossom forth in the courts of our God.

The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree; he shall be multiplied like the cedar in Lebanon.

Let everything that breathes praise the Lord. (2) Let everything that breathes praise the Lord.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: And with your spirit.

At the intercession of the holy Martyr, O Lord of mercy, blot out my many offenses.

At the intercession of the Theotokos, O Lord of mercy, blot out my many offenses.

Verse: Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your great mercy; and according to the abundance of Your compassion, blot out my transgression.

Panteleimon, healer divine, beseech the merciful Christ to free me from passions and to have mercy on me.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (12)

CHOIR: Amen.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

From all women, God selected you, * blameless, holy Virgin pure, * for you were lovely and fair and most beautiful. * As a babe He dwelt within your all-blameless womb. * We implore you, all-blameless one, * pray to Him to free from blame of their transgressions all who sing your praise.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

As the Psalmist said it long ago, * you stood at the right hand of the divine King, who came forth from your holy womb, * as a Queen, O Virgin pure. * Pray to Him for me, to permit me place to stand * near Him on His right hand, * on that day of just rewards, O Bride of God.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Dry was human nature to the core, * due to all its deviance. * But you gave birth to rain from heaven, namely Christ, * who through you renewed it all. * I implore you now, make the soil of my sorry soul * once again be fruitful, * for my sins have dried it up, O Bride of God.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

After you had come to faith in Christ, * and before your death in Christ, * you resurrected a man who was dead before. * Therefore, O all-blessed Saint * Panteleimon, as I am dead, being stung by sin, * with faith I implore you: * Pray for me that I may be alive again.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

Shining like a bright and rising star, * even as a youth you had * mature and godly perception, O blessed Saint. * Adding the nobility * of your holy soul to your body’s attractiveness, * you were viewed as very * handsome by the Logos who is glorified.

Blessed Saint, by dying to the world, * and by being born anew, * putting on Christ through the water of baptism, * you became an instrument * of the Spirit and a vessel of grace divine, * treating every illness, * healing the infirmities of everyone.

Human nature had become accursed * by the disobedience * to the Creator. O Virgin, but since you have * given birth to Christ our God, * you have blessed it and from destruction delivered it. * Now all we the faithful * joyfully extol you and we call you blest.

When the hosts of Israel crossed the Red Sea, * passing through the midst of the sea on foot, and did not get wet, * they beheld Pharaoh’s army, * the horsemen and chosen captains, submerged beneath the waters. * With great rejoicing they sang this song, * “Let us sing to our God, for He is greatly glorified.”

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

When He put on my human form, * O all-blameless one, your Son, * the Maker, from your womb came forth; * and to those who because of many sins * had been stripped, He gave robes of immortality.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

O Lady, as the Mother of the most honored Word of God, * intently pray to Him for me * to take pity on my dejected soul * that submitted to pleasures that dishonor it.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

O Virgin all-immaculate, * heal the bruises on my soul. * With your effective medicine * treat my heart, which is in a sorry state, * for venom of the serpent has infected it.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

Thrice-blessed one, you heard the words * of the Spirit and became * like good and fruitful earth, O Saint, * that accepted the precious seed in it * and produced in abundance the salvation of souls.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

You put to death within yourself * all demonic toxic thoughts; * and in the Spirit born anew, * Panteleimon, you made your soul alive. * Now in heaven you stand beside the King of all.

You disobeyed the godless charge * of the tyrant emperor, * and you believed in Christ as God. * To obtain Him you traded everything, * like that merchant who found the most precious pearl.

You carried in your arms the Lord * who upholds creation all * by His divine command and will, * holy Virigin. And therefore pray to Him * to rescue us from danger and to save our souls.

Weakened is the bow of mighty men, * and those who are weak are girded with strength from our righteous God. * For this reason, as it is written, my heart is strengthened in the Lord.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

To your father you bravely witnessed to Christ; * and then after proclaiming the Faith to him, * O Martyr, you pulled him up from the ocean of ignorance. * And being unafraid of the tyrant’s ungodliness, * you put to shame the demons’ conceit, which was impotent. * Therefore you received from God the grace of healing * spiritual illnesses and physical infirmities, * O Panteleimon, extolled by all. * Intercede with Christ our God, that He grant forgiveness of offenses, * to us who celebrate your holy memory with faith and love.

By conceiving the Wisdom and Word of God * in your womb without burning, O Mother of God, * you gave birth ineffably to the One who has made all things, * and you have nursed the Master who nourishes everything, * and in your arms you held Him who holds up the universe. * Therefore, O all-holy Virgin Mary, I pray you, * that I be forgiven of my offenses when I shall stand before Him who created me. * O all-lauded Lady most pure, I implore you, grant me your assistance then. * I, your servant, have you as my only hope.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

O Lady, please, let a drop of compunction rain down on me, * which will make the scorching heat subside inside of my aching heart, * and suppress the harmful floods * of the depression afflicting my sorry soul.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Immaculate, holy Virgin, I pray, do not pass me by, * as you see my lying here. The knife of pleasure has wounded me. * Heal me by the spear and blood * of Christ your Son, who is our God who was crucified.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Enriched are you, with the mastery over creation all. * Pleasure has impoverished me. Please make worthy of grace divine, * so that I may magnify * you my benevolent patroness, all-blameless one.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

Your soul was pricked with the love for the Lord, so you stripped yourself * of wealth and gave it away * to those in need, as you trained yourself * for the feat of martyrdom, * which you accomplished foreseeing the eternal hopes.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

To God the Lord you presented the spiritual sacrifice * of praise, as you actively * abhorred the rites of idolatry. * You trampled the insolence * of the ungodly, O blessed medaled martyr Saint.

Contending with those infected with envy and jealously, * O Martyr, you countered them * with unassailable might of God, * and you were victorious * in overturning the iniquitous tyranny.

As the Song says, the young maidens and virgins run after you, * beholding that you are both * a virgin maiden and Mother as well. * You alone, O Bride of God, * combine both states in your one person ineffably.

I have heard about Your glorious divine economy, O Christ my God, * that You were born of the virgin Maiden, * so as to free from error those who cry to You, * Glory to Your strength, O Lord my God.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Immaculate Maid, * who gave birth to Him who is way and the life, * I pray you to guide me straight on the narrow way, for I have senselessly * hurled myself to perdition and trackless lands of tragedy.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

I foolishly lived * a licentious life, estranging myself from God, * and I have been wandering far away in passions like a foreign land. * Bring be back, holy Virgin, and save me, by your prayers for me.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

I pray, let me drink * from refreshing streams of life that flow from you, * O Mother and Virgin pure; for the flames of sinful deeds are burning me, * and the demons assault me, your servant, and are scorching me.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

You underwent the ordeals of your martyrdom with rejoicing, * indeed, being fortified by divine might. * As you endured the many methods of torture * resolutely, you cried aloud with joy, * “Jesus, I am certain that there is no God but You.”

Saint of God, intercede for us.

O blessed Saint, you competed in martyrdom like an athlete. * Energized by God, you became the victor * over the tyranny and mad superstitions * of the godless and pagan emperor, * for you put on Christ, who sets the contests and judges them.

O blessed Saint, in possessing a vigorous constitution, * your soul being sound and robust and noble, * and by the holy Cross’s grace being strengthened, * and having a courageous frame of mind, * you endured the various tortures with fortitude.

All the obscure enigmatic pronouncements of ancient sages, * and inspired predictions of holy Prophets, * clearly prefigured you, O glorious Lady, * as the Virgin who would give birth to God. * Therefore, we are certain that no one is pure like you.

You divided the light from the primordial darkness, * so that Your works, in the light, may sing praises to You, * the Creator, O Christ. * We now entreat You: * In Your light make straight our ways.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Let me not be the object of ridicule * by the wicked demons, O Lady, on Judgment Day, * but pray for me to Christ, the Judge * and your Son, to regard me with charity.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

I have moved You to wrath with my shameful thoughts * and my wicked deeds and transgressions and sins, O Lord. * Forgive me, by your Mother’s prayers, * in Your mercy, and save me, O Christ my God.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

You gave birth to the Lord of the universe, * who as God will Judge all. Alas, I am self-condemned * in many sins. O Lady, please, * from His just condemnation deliver me.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

You disparaged the rites of idolatry * and exposed its fraud, terminating it, * O Panteleimon wise in God, * working marvelous healings and miracles.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

You were crowned for your excellent victory, * for you passed through fire and water, like David said. * When mindless men had stretched you out * on the wheel, you defeated them wondrously.

By enduring unbearably harrowing * torture of your body, by grace and your steadfastness * of soul, O godly-minded Saint, * you defeated the tyrants’ audacity.

In divinity, Christ is uncircumscribed, * and as God He holds in His hand the entire earth; * but in His body circumscribed, * He was held in your arms, holy Virgin pure.

When I was afflicted, I cried out to the Lord my God, * the Lord of Deliverance. I prayed and He heard my voice.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

O Lady, my praise are you and my salvation, * my surest assistance and my fortress unassailable. * I earnestly pray that you will fight for me against * demons who unceasingly attack me and are always seeking to murder me.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

When God with your blood assumed a human body, * O Virgin, through you thereby humanity was deified. * Now I, who succumbing to the passions, lie here defiled * with wounds, pray you save me by your intercessions from the plots of the enemy.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

The furnace in Babylon of old prefigured * your childbirth, O Virgin pure; for the Servants were not consumed; * neither was your womb consumed by the unbearable fire. * Therefore I implore you to deliver me, your servant, from the eternal fire.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

All-laudable Saint, * you competed by the rules and beat the enemy. * You are a tranquil port for travelers * who are encountering turbulence, * and light guiding those in the darkness * of this life, now instructing them * to sing, “Blessed are You, O God of our Fathers.”

Saint of God, intercede for us.

O all-blessed Saint, * you are blessed, and indeed it shall be well with you, * having obtained what you were waiting for, * namely the holy and blessed hope * laid up in heaven for believers, * as they faithfully praise the Lord, * singing, “Blessed are You, O God of our Fathers.”

The souls of the saints * and the choirs of the righteous and the bodiless * orders of holy Angels welcomed you * into their chorus, O blessed Saint. * Panteleimon, being beheaded, * now in heaven you celebrate, * singing, “Blessed are You, O God of our Fathers.”

The sword long ago * barred our access to the tree of life in Paradise, * but now it turns aside and welcomes in * those who are marked with the holy blood * coming from the side of the Savior, * whom you carried inside your womb, * blessed Mother of God, O all-blameless Virgin.

Servants in Babylon, of old, * those three descendants of Abraham, trampled on the furnace fire. * In hymns they cried out to You, * “O Lord and God of our fathers, You are blessed.”

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Zealously pursue the virtues, through divine acts, * and keep your distance from all wickedness, my soul, for you have as your * intercessor the immaculate and sympathetic Mother of Christ our God, * the unfailing protectress who is benevolent.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Mother of our God, you freed our human nature * from the ancestral bond and curse. And now, O immaculate * Virgin, I implore you, free my heart from everything that binds it to wickedness, * and bind me to the love of God who created me.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

Dismal is my heart, inglorious from sinning. * O Theotokos, who gave birth to Him who is the reflection of * the Father’s glory, please make it shine. Let me partake of glory that never ends, * and I will with faith sing your glory forevermore.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

Your natural talent and your good * disposition cured and remedied the blindness * of the soul of your father, all-blessed Saint, and restored * the sight of the people who came to you * with faith, and it guided them unto Christ the Savior.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

When you were slaughtered for the Lord, * you were taken up to life everlasting, * being honored by Christ God, for He assigned you your name, * O St. Panteleimon of godly mind. * Now you are exalting Him unto all the ages.

St. Panteleimon, you dismissed * all the arguments and clever conversations * of the sophists, by calling on the divine name of Christ. * And now you uproot painful illnesses, * curing those exalting Him unto all the ages.

O Theotokos, you are known * as the source of immortality, O Virgin. * You gave birth to the immortal Father’s Logos who saves * from death all who faithfully sing to Him * and who beyond measure exalt Him to the ages.

We praise and we bless and we worship the Lord.

Once in Babylon, those Servants, * on fire with divine zeal and longing, * courageously defying the threat * of both the tyrant and the flame, * were thrown into the midst of the furnace. * As they were refreshed with dew, * they were singing, “O all you works of the Lord, praise and bless the Lord.”

When the hosts of Israel crossed the Red Sea, * passing through the midst of the sea on foot, and did not get wet, * they beheld Pharaoh’s army, * the horsemen and chosen captains, submerged beneath the waters. * With great rejoicing they sang this song, * “Let us sing to our God, for He is greatly glorified.”

Weakened is the bow of mighty men, * and those who are weak are girded with strength from our righteous God. * For this reason, as it is written, my heart is strengthened in the Lord.

I have heard about Your glorious divine economy, O Christ my God, * that You were born of the virgin Maiden, * so as to free from error those who cry to You, * Glory to Your strength, O Lord my God.

You divided the light from the primordial darkness, * so that Your works, in the light, may sing praises to You, * the Creator, O Christ. * We now entreat You: * In Your light make straight our ways.

When I was afflicted, I cried out to the Lord my God, * the Lord of Deliverance. I prayed and He heard my voice.

Servants in Babylon, of old, * those three descendants of Abraham, trampled on the furnace fire. * In hymns they cried out to You, * “O Lord and God of our fathers, You are blessed.”

We praise and we bless and we worship the Lord.

Once in Babylon, those Servants, * on fire with divine zeal and longing, * courageously defying the threat * of both the tyrant and the flame, * were thrown into the midst of the furnace. * As they were refreshed with dew, * they were singing, “O all you works of the Lord, praise and bless the Lord.”

Verse: My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant; for behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: For He who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is His name. And His mercy is on those who fear Him from generation to generation.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: He has shown strength with His arm; He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: He has put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He has sent away empty.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: He has helped His servant Israel, in remembrance of His mercy, as He spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and to his seed forever.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

When Adam succumbed and ate forbidden fruit, he bitterly * garnered death and mortality from the tree of old. * When your Son was willingly nailed to the holy tree, He poured out the sweetness * of true immortality. Hence we honor you, O Virgin pure.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

O Lady, the Queen are you, for you gave birth ineffably * to the King and the Lord, who dissolved the realm of hell. * O all-holy Virgin, implore Him, that He account worthy of the kingdom * of heaven your servants all, who with faith and longing honor you.

Most-holy Theotokos, save us.

O Lady, I pray you to do good to my pathetic heart, * for indulgence in pleasure has harmed and wounded it. * You have given birth to the Good God, and you yourself are good, blessed Virgin. * To the good and open gates of repentance please direct my steps.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

Rejoicing, O Martyr, you were transferred to that coveted * destination, O St. Panteleimon, where you dwell. * You were counted worthy of having * a blessed end, being truly blessed, * to be in the company * of the Master for eternity.

Saint of God, intercede for us.

O Saint, you were granted the fulfillment of your strong desire * and the end that you longed for, as you were dripping still * with your holy blood that was poured out * and shed for Christ, Martyr Panteleimon. * With joy you received from Him * crowns of glory for your martyrdom.

Like Daniel the Prophet in the den had stopped the lions’ mouths, * in the circus you likewise bridled the wild beasts. * For even irrational creatures * know to respect the virtue of Martyrs. * And therefore assembled now, * we extol you, O all-lauded Saint.

The fleece on which dew came down from heaven once prefigured you, * who conceived in the womb and brought forth the One who gives * everlasting life to believers * who worship Him as God and extol Him, * and call you the ever-blest * Theotokos, O all-blameless one.

Verse: My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant; for behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: For He who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is His name. And His mercy is on those who fear Him from generation to generation.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: He has shown strength with His arm; He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: He has put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He has sent away empty.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Verse: He has helped His servant Israel, in remembrance of His mercy, as He spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and to his seed forever.

Greater in honor than the Cherubim, and in glory greater beyond compare than the Seraphim; you without corruption gave birth to God the Word, and are truly Theotokos. You do we magnify.

Your childbirth occurred without corruption. * It was God, wearing flesh, who came forth from your all-holy womb. * He was seen upon the earth and lived among men, O Theotokos; * therefore we all magnify you.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

Panteleimon, saint most wise, * as the sacred adornment * of the Unmercenary saints * and of the holy Martyrs, * you are the glory of Christians. * From your abode in heaven * pray for all those who govern us, * and for world-peace, and for us who sing your praise, * Saint of God, implore Him for our salvation, * and intercede for all with her * who is the Theotokos.

Let everything that breathes praise the Lord. Praise the Lord from the heavens, praise Him in the highest. It is fitting to sing a hymn to You, O God.

Praise Him, all you His angels; praise Him, all you His hosts. It is fitting to sing a hymn to You, O God.

Praise Him for His mighty acts; praise Him according to the abundance of His greatness.

Clearly you were honored with the name Panteleimon by God, * for like Him you were merciful. * In accordance with your ways, you were given a fitting name. * For you show mercy and sympathy to all, * and you provide them with two-fold remedies. * Feeding and curing them * as you do, O glorious and blessed Saint, * you direct them to divine and splendid knowledge of Christ.

Praise Him with the sound of trumpet; praise Him with the harp and lyre.

Clearly you were honored with the name Panteleimon by God, * for like Him you were merciful. * In accordance with your ways, you were given a fitting name. * For you show mercy and sympathy to all, * and you provide them with two-fold remedies. * Feeding and curing them * as you do, O glorious and blessed Saint, * you direct them to divine and splendid knowledge of Christ.

Praise Him with timbrel and dance; praise Him with strings and flute.

That which was in you accomplished was clearly the work of God * in His providence from on high. * For while you were clearly trained in the science of medicine, * Panteleimon, to heal the body’s ills, * you proved to be a physician of souls, * equipped with the word of grace. * Thus you granted remedies, and also freed * from the dark of false belief all those who came to you.

Praise Him with resounding cymbals; praise Him with triumphant cymbals; let everything that breathes praise the Lord.

Godly-minded Martyr, evenly you matched the beauty of soul * to your bodily comeliness, * and nobility of mind to your physical handsomeness. * And you astounded the people who observed * how you exhibited signs and miracles, * and how you had mature * understanding even in the bloom of youth, * and how you were radiant with faith and grace divine.

The memory of the medaled Martyr has arisen today. Come, believers, let us spiritually celebrate, and let us crown him with our songs. He valiantly defeated the unseen enemy, by the power of the Cross. He was not frightened by the countless tortures of the tyrants, but he won according to the rules and received the prize of his calling from above. Now and forever he rejoices with the Angels. “O Martyr of Christ, St. Panteleimon, healer of the sick and harbor in the storm, do not cease interceding with merciful God, for the salvation of our souls.”

Guard your servants from dangers of every kind, O blessed Theotokos, so that we may glorify you, the hope of our souls.

Glory be to You who showed the light. Glory in the highest to God. His peace is on earth, His good pleasure in mankind.

Holy medaled Martyr and healer St. Panteleimon, make intercession to our merciful God, that He grant our souls remission of offenses.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Amen.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

And with your spirit.

To You, O Lord.

Amen.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy. (3)

CHOIR: Amen.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Lord, have mercy.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: Grant this, O Lord.

CHOIR: To You, O Lord.

CHOIR: Amen.

And with your spirit.

To You, O Lord.

Amen.