Troparion — Tone 4
You sprang up, most holy one, / as a branch and stem of holiness, / a most sacred flower of the contest of martyrdom / and as a most sweet fruit given by God to the faithful. / But as one who shared the struggle of the martyrs / and the throne of hierarchs, / intercede with Christ God that our souls may be saved.
Kontakion — Tone 4
You have become an honored branch of the vine of Christ, / revealed as one of many many struggles, / all-praised Clement, / with your fellow champion you cried out: / “Christ is the shining joy of martyrs.”