Glory..., Now and ever...: Theotokion, in the same tone and melody—
On “Lord, I have cried...,” these stichera, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel: “O most glorious wonder...”—
O ye seven martyrs of Christ, ye counted as naught the assaults of the torturers and a violent death; and having readily and valiantly hastened to battle and covered yourselves with the glory of victory, ye were numbered among all the righteous; and glorifying you with them forever, we call you blessed.
O martyred athlete Agapius, having loved the Wellspring of good things, the Summit of desires, thou didst make haste to drain the cup of martyrdom, calling upon the divine name of the living God. O, thy courage! O, thine endurance, whereby thou hast been manifestly vouchsafed to receive glory and splendor!
O all-blessed martyrs, ye gave yourselves over to voluntary slaughter, sanctified the earth with your blood, and enlightened the air with your passing. And now ye live in the heavens, ever praying for us to the never-waning Light, O ye who are in the image of God.
Troubled amid griefs, we beseech thee, our intercessor, O all-pure one: Let not thy servants perish utterly, but make haste to rescue us from this present wrath and grief, O divinely joyous, pure and all-holy one. For thou art a bulwark for us and an invincible aid.
Stavrotheotokion—
Beholding Thee nailed to the Cross, O Jesus, accepting suffering of Thine own will, the Virgin, Thy Mother, O Master, cried aloud: “Woe is me, O sweet Child! How is it that Thou endurest wounding unjustly, O Physician Who hast healed the infirmity of man and hast delivered all from corruption by Thy loving-kindness?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.