On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Joy of the ranks of the heaven…”—
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Let us assemble with faith, honoring the sufferings and toils of the two godly ones, furnishing our minds with wings to soar aloft with similar zeal, earnestly entreating Christ and saying: O Thou Who dost glorify the saints, in that Thou art good, make us steadfast in the fear of Thee!
Having received names in accordance with your character, O wise ones, and set out to accomplish divine works, ye labored in like manner for God in the straight paths, O athletes, and truly drained the saving cup of martyrdom.
Having parted ungodliness as though it were another sea, ye entered into the land of dispassion, the kingdom of heaven, as is meet, where a torrent of nourishment floweth forth and eternal and immutable light shineth, O martyrs of Christ.
With the dew of the rain of thy divine will quench thou the fiery assaults of my most pernicious passions, O Virgin, that, like the youths I also may thank God Who was born of thee, glorifying and blessing thy goodness, O Mistress.
Stavrotheotokion—
As she beheld the Lamb lifted up upon the Cross, the immaculate Virgin cried out, weeping: “O my sweet child, what is this new and most strange sight that I see? How art Thou Who holdest all things in the palm of Thy hand nailed to the Tree in the flesh?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.