Irmos: Beholding Thee lifted up upon the Cross, O Sun of righteousness, the Church stood rooted in place, crying out as is meet: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Shining forth like all-radiant beacons with the splendors of martyrdom, O glorious martyrs, ye illumine the fullness of the whole world, casting the malevolence of deception into darkness.
Theotokion: The glorious martyrs, speaking eloquently of the incarnation of the Master Who shone forth from thy womb, O Theotokos, drained the saving drink of martyrdom, rejoicing.
The angels marvelled at the blessed and right-wise twain who received the crown of martyrdom, and men praised the courage of their endurance.
“Rejoice!” Theodulus cried out: “I run now to the path of Thy testimonies, O Lord, and I delight richly in Thine effulgence, together with the steadfast Agathopodes!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.