Irmos: Having traversed the water as though it were dry land, and escaped the evil of Egypt, the Israelite cried aloud: Let us chant unto our Deliverer and God!
With goodly courage I entreat thee, O blessed martyr Eupsychius, hymning thy sufferings. As thou hast boldness before the Lord, rescue my soul from the tyranny of the passions.
Theotokion: The Master Who was born of thee in the likeness of the flesh, O Maiden, hath restored our nature which had grown old and made mortals heavenly.
Yearning for God, thy mind disdained all the beautiful things of life, O blessed Eupsychius, and was shown to be wholly beautiful, achieving dominion over the passions.
Thou wast truly patient when thou wast subjected to torments and pangs, amazing all the ungodly; and thou art acknowledged to be a true athlete.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.