The Prayer of His Grace Eremei (the Hermit) to Saint Panteleimon the Great Martyr (the Healer of Diseases)

O Great Martyr and Healer Pantelimon! Pray to God for us, and do not let the bodily and spiritual ailments from which we suffer remain within us. Heal the illnesses caused by our passions and sins. We are afflicted by sloth and by bodily and spiritual weakness – heal us, Saint Panteleimon. We are afflicted by desires and attachment to fleeting earthly things – heal us, Saint Panteleimon. We are sick, O Saint Panteleimon... We are sick with forgetfulness of the work of salvation, of our sins, our weaknesses and our debts – heal us, Saint Panteleimon. We are sick with harbouring evil in our minds, with anger, hatred and turmoil – heal us, Saint Panteleimon. O Healer of Mount Athos and of the whole world! We are afflicted by envy, pride, arrogance, self-glorification, along with our wickedness and worthlessness – heal us, Saint Panteleimon. We are afflicted by the many and varied lapses into the lusts of the flesh: into fornication, into insatiable eating, into lack of self-control, into indulgence – heal us, Saint Panteleimon. We are afflicted by too much sleep, by too much talk, by idle talk and by speech spoken without discernment – heal us, Saint Panteleimon.

O Holy Panteleimon! Our eyes long to be free from sinful gazes...
Our ears long to be free from hearing empty words, evil and slanderous words.
Our hands long to be outstretched in prayer and in acts of charity – heal us, Saint Panteleimon.

Our feet, which do not hasten to the Lord’s Church but which easily stray onto wrong paths and towards the dwellings of this world, long for this – heal us, Saint Panteleimon.
But most of all, our tongues and lips yearn to utter vain, empty and ugly words, to fail to utter words of prayer and praise, or to utter them carelessly, without heed and without understanding – heal us, O Merciful One!
Our whole body is sick: our mind is sick and devoid of understanding, wisdom and discernment. Sick is our will, which turns away from holy things and turns towards sinful things, harmful to us and displeasing to God. Our imagination is sick, for it neither desires nor is able to comprehend either the death and eternal suffering of sinners, or the Blessings of the Kingdom of Heaven, the wrath of the Lord, the sufferings of Christ on the cross, and His crucifixion. O Holy Panteleimon, heal us. Everything within us aches. Our soul is helpless, with all its powers and faculties. Our body is helpless, with all its limbs.

Heal us, Saint Panteleimon, the Healer who charges no fee, the most loving Physician and servant of the Most Holy Mother of God. Do not leave us in the throes of sickness and infirmity, but heal us by the power of your grace, and we shall praise the Most Holy Trinity: the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, and the Most Holy Mother of God who sends you to minister to the sick, and we shall give thanks for your healing grace for ever. Amen.