Glory..., Now and ever...: Theotokion—
On “Lord, I have cried...,” these stichera, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel: “What shall we call you....”—
What shall we call thee, O glorious one? Warrior of the mighty King and God, who hast manfully cast down the ungodliness of the incorporeal ones, beacon shining forth the noetic Light, all-powerful destroyer of idols, most fervent athlete and most lawful sufferer. Pray thou that our souls be saved.
What now shall we call thee, O Sabinas? River of living water, pouring forth breadth of spirit upon us who are oppressed amid cruelties, inexhaustible flood of healings, cup pouring out a holy draught, and wonderworker most true, equal in honor to the incorporeal ones. Pray thou that our souls be saved.
What shall we call thee, O holy one? Guide of the erring, or intercessor for sinners, true physician for those bestormed amid evils, precious and fragrant lily of paradise, first-fruit among martyrs and their confirmation, ever-flowing fount of miracles, valiant struggler. Pray thou that our souls be saved.
To whom hast thou likened thyself, O my wretched soul, who in no wise risest to repentance, nor fearest the fire which awaiteth the wicked? Arise, and call upon her who alone is quick to help, and cry aloud: O Virgin Mother, entreat thy Son and our God, to deliver me from the snare of the deceiver.
Or this Stavrotheotokion—
The Ewe-lamb, as she beheld the Lamb stretched out on the wood of the Cross of His own will, cried out maternally, travailing with weeping: “O my Son, what is this strange thing that I see? How is it that Thou diest, O Long-suffering One, Who as Lord bestowest life upon all, imparting resurrection to mortals? I glorify Thy great condescension, O my God!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.