CANON TO ST. PORPHYRIOS ... by Dr. Haralambos Mbousia

Ode I.

Having crossed the sea.

Costless treasury of virtues and newly shining effulgence of divine humility, Porphyrios! Deem me worthy to avoid the terrible and boastful language of the Pharisee.

Recent radiance of the new way of life in Christ, disperse the moonless night of our passions by your prayers to Christ, the light-giving Lord.

Perfection of the pious fathers, blessed Porphyrios, as the guide of the multitude of the pious to the heavenly ways, make us also inhabitants of Heaven, O saint.

By all your prayers, cause drops of the mercy of God, the king of all, to fall from above on all who always honor you as a cloud of sympathy, Porphyrios.

Cleanse me of the slimy filthiness of the passions, highly favored Mother of God, so that though I, your suppliant, who have sustained great misfortunes may be clothed with a bright robe and a tunic of incorruption.

Ode III.
Of the apse of Heaven.

Scatter my unwholesome and unseemly thoughts by the light of your protection, Father Porphyrios, and safeguard the five windows of my mind, lest the crafty enemy defile me.

As a lamp of compassion that shines with uncommon splendor, O saint, you have recently illuminated the world, which takes refuge in you and seeks your supplications to God, most godlike ascetic Porphyrios.

You are the unshakable support of your powerless suppliants, blessed Porphyrios, and as the refuge of those who suffer grievously, do not disregard the prayers of us who await your divine help.

Graciously accept the entreaties of your suppliants, O Queen, and bring them to your divine son, pure Mother of God, blessed Mary, for you are the fervent mediator and intercessor for the world.

Preserve from dangers those who hasten with longing to your intercessions, for you are the perfect example of clairvoyance and mirror of the gifts of God.

Tone 2.  Fervent mediation.
Glorifying you, Christ our God has appointed you to be an ever-flowing spring of miracles, from which we draw for ourselves abundantly streams of healings, crying out, Rejoice, ascetic, newly built fortress for all men.

Ode IV. 
I have heard, O Lord.

As a star of insight, shining forth in the last times, Porphyrios, enlighten my soul to seek only the merciful God.

Ascetic of God, you are the image of watchfulness, peace of soul and humility; O Porphyrios, deem me worthy of being spiritually vigilant, for I seek your protection.

Bring peace to me, for I am attacked by the gloomy passions and I honor you as the slayer of the deceitful enemy, holy Porphyrius.

Disperse the gloomy pain which torments me, my Queen; by the intercessions of the divinely wise Porphyrius illumine me with the effulgence of joy.

Ode V. 
Illumine us. 

O wise Porphyrios, deem me worthy to lead a quiet life, and undisturbed, I cry, by every attack of the destroyer.

As a pillar of virtue, you recently appeared, O blessed one; support our struggles for the acquisition of virtue, inspired Porphyrios.

Cause a heavy rain of gifts of the Holy Spirit from Heaven to fall on me and refresh my soul, for it is feverish from my transgressions, Porphyrios.

O Mother of God, you are the joy of the new ascetic, Porphyrios; deem us worthy to keep the commandments of your Son and our God, for we seek your protection.

Ode 6.
My supplication.

Honoring your all-holy memory with mystical songs, we cry out, Helper of the distressed and very swift deliverer and physician of the demoniacs:  Deliver me from the passions which afflict me terribly, Porphyrios.

Visit those who call on you and ask for your divine intercession, and give to us strength to wound the deceiver with deeds of love and faith, Porphyrios, for you destroyed the insolence of the author of evils with the sword of prayer.
Porphyrios, fresh-flowing river of wonders, drench our arid hearts, O wonderworker, with the drops of your intercessions with the Lord, so that we may all joyfully magnify your grace.

Guide your servants to the pastures of gladness and joy everlasting by the fervent supplications of Porphyrios, pure Mother of God and our guide, so that we may magnify you splendidly with honey-sweet hymns forever.

Preserve from dangers those who hasten with longing to your intercessions, image of clairvoyance and mirror of the graces of God.

Let us honor Porphyrios the new, a living treasury of humility and a teacher of God-beloved virtue, as the bright, newly-appearing luminary of miracles and ask for his supplications.

Tone 6. Laying all hope.
Renowned blossom of Evia, the island abounding in saints, sweet flower of Attica and boast of Athos, Father Porphyrios!  With the sweet-smelling ointments of miracles, you have anointed the ends of the earth and you have gladdened all men with the fragrance of your words; wherefore we, the faithful, gather now to seek your intercessions and cry out, Deliver us from the attacks of the enemy, from illnesses, from afflictions and from all kinds of distresses.

Ode VII. 
The youths from Judea.

Inasmuch as you, all-blessed Porphyrios, are the dean of virtue, by the power of your fervent intercessions, O saint, completely dry up the stream of my sins, for they, alas, overflow the furrows of my soul.

O Father, from malice, dangers, all kinds of griefs, suffering and misfortunes, preserve us unharmed, divine Porphyrios, for we take refuge in you, O icon of poverty and dispassion, O saint.

Make your suppliants disdainful of earthly things, renowned Porphyrios, just as you were disdainful of all corruptible things, for you received the grace to foretell things to come and to know the secrets of men’s souls.

With the hyssop of your prayers, O Lady full of divine grace and Mother of God, wash away the filth of my soul and give me forgiveness of sins by your supplications, so that I may serve Christ your son purely and sincerely.

Ode VIII. 
The King.

After you put on the robe of the priesthood and began to imitate the life of the angels, you received the grace to protect us from above.

We have all come to know you as a physician of diseases, wherefore in faith, Porphyrios, we hurry in haste to your fervent intercessions with Christ.

You have become in these last days a strong-flowing stream of miracles and a divine fountain of healings, divine Porphyrios.

Be our shelter amid the storm-surges and squalls of life, O Mother of God, for you are our most unerring pilot.

Ode IX. 
Fittingly, O Mother of God.

You have come to light as a living treasury of healings even after your death, O inspired Porphyrios, and a protection against all kinds of diseases.

You reposed in a holy manner, father, and you purify unceasingly those who hymn the struggles of your life.

By your supplications, relieve the pains of body and diseases of the soul, for you are the summit of unmercenary physicians, Porphyrios.

Shed your favor on those who hymn you as the beautiful temple of Christ our master and as the glory of Porphyrios the new.

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