At the Aposticha, Glory…, in Tone I —

How can we not marvel at thy prudence; how can we fail to praise thine angelic life, O venerable Eudocimus, which thou didst live with chastity of thought, meekness, humility, inner serenity and constant almsgiving? For thou wast adorned with all the virtues, O blessed one. Wherefore, unutterable joy awaiteth thee: the kingdom of heaven.

Now & ever…, of the Cross, in Tone VI —

The voices of the prophets foretold the holy Tree whereby Adam was vouchsafed freedom from the ancient curse; and creation today lifteth up its voice as the Cross is elevated, asking great mercy from God. O Master, Who alone art infinite in thy compassion, be thou our cleansing, and save our souls.