On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “As one valiant among the martyrs…”—
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
Like wingèd eagles ye passed over all the earth, sowing precious doctrines, uprooting the tares of falsehood by grace, and producing much grain as fruit, O most lauded ones; and the noetic granaries hold it forever, laid up in abundance for the immortal Husbandman.
Let us bless Herodion, Agabus and Asyncritus, Rufus and the divine Phlegon, the branches of a fruitful vine who pour forth upon us the sweetness of salvation, which with divine faith maketh glad the thirsting hearts of those who celebrate their godly memory.
Higher than heaven in your thought, ye declared the glory of our God Who became incarnate of His own will, O ye apostles, beholders of God, instructors of the pious, foundations of the Churches, unshakable pillars, refuges of piety, servants of ineffable mysteries, leaders of our souls into light.
O most pure one, who in thy womb contained the infinite God Who, in His love for mankind, became man, received our matter from thee, and manifestly deified it: disdain me not who am now sorrowful, but quickly take pity and free me from divers enemies and the malice of the evil one.
Stavrotheotokion—
As she beheld Thee nailed to the Cross, O Lord, the ewe-lamb, Thy Mother, marveled and cried out: “What is this vision which I see, O my Son most desired? How hath the iniquitous and unbelieving assembly recompensed Thee, which enjoyed Thy many miracles? Yet glory, O Master, to Thine ineffable condescension!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.