Irmos: When the golden image was worshipped on the plain of Dura, Thy three youths spurned the ungodly command, and, cast into the midst of the fire, bedewed, they sang: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers!
With splendid struggles thou didst array thyself against falsehood, O Eugene, and, becoming a victor through thy godly stance, thou hast found the reward of thy labors and chantest with the angels: O God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Theotokion: Behold, as thou didst foretell, O most pure one, all of us, the generations of men, call thee blessed, as is meet, and fittingly glorify thee; for thou gavest birth to the Word Who with the Father is equally without beginning, that, incarnate of thee, He might save mankind.
Having the Cross of Christ as a divine weapon, O athletes, together ye brought to naught the host of the devil and the efforts of the torturers, receiving crowns of victory from the life-bearing right hand of God, the Judge of the contest.
In thy purity of mind thou wast not shaken by the assaults of tortures, O Eugene, but, beaten continually with staves, thou didst most excellently cut off the heads of thine invisible opponents and foes with the opposition of thy sufferings.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.