Glory..., Now and ever...: Theotokion, in the same tone and melody—
On “Lord, I have cried...,” these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “Joy of the ranks of Heaven....”—
With faith let the all-praised Codratus be splendidly hymned with the great Cyprian, the two Dionysiuses and Anectus as is meet, together with Crescens and the glorious Paul, as divinely crowned athletes of the Lord and our most fervent intercessors.
Today another choir of sacred martyrs hath appeared, victorious and triumphant, a brilliant assembly of divine passion-bearers, a steadfast company, a chosen army, whereof Codratus holdeth the captaincy, and is shown to be a right glorious conqueror.
O all-praised Codratus, with thine incisive discourse thou didst cut through the most subtle webs of the rhetors’ wisdom as though they were darkness. Faithfully didst thou teach, and with patience didst thou suffer for Christ; and being well adorned in both teaching and suffering, thou hast been crowned together with the passion-bearers.
Stuck fast in hopeless transgressions, O pure Virgin, we cry out in thanksgiving, having acquired thee as our sole intercessor: Cleanse us, O all-holy Bride of God, for thou art the refuge of the world and the help of our race.
Or this Stavrotheotokion—
As she beheld the Lamb lifted up upon the Cross, the immaculate Virgin cried out, weeping: “O my sweet Child, what is this new and strange thing that I see? How is it that Thou Who holdest all things in Thy hand art nailed to the Cross in the flesh?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.