Irmos: Whirled about in the abyss of sin, I call upon the unfathomable abyss of Thy loving-kindness: Lead me up from corruption, O God!
Kontakion, in Tone IV—
In that the zeal of thy faith was fervent, whereby thou didst trample upon the position of the unbelievers, O martyr Eudocia, thou didst win the victory of martyrdom.
Theotokion: Rejoice, O pure Theotokos, joy of the world! Vouchsafe thy joy unto those who cry out to thee in faith with the angel, and banish our grief.
Having added the torrents of thy tears to the drops of thy blood shed in martyrdom, by both thou didst make a single cup of salvation.
She who before was full of stench because of the magnitude of her impurity, is now filled with sweet fragrance and rejoiceth with the choirs of the virgins.
Having contended well in thy suffering, O most lauded one, even after thy death thou dost sanctify with outpourings of wonders us who with faith have recourse to thy divine church; and, holding festival, we entreat thee, O venerable martyr Eudocia: May we be delivered from spiritual afflictions and draw forth the grace of miracles.
Ikos: The church of the passion-bearer hath been shown to be paradise, having acquired in its midst a tree of immortality, her precious body; and those who take the fruit thereof are mightily sanctified by its branches. And beholding, they are amazed at how a dead body truly poureth forth healings, bringing all to their senses. Wherefore, with haste come ye all now with me, the lowly one, and, washing away our filth, let us draw forth the grace of miracles.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.