On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…”—
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
O venerable and holy martyred hierarch, shining in sanctity with the light of the priesthood, thou didst emit the unfading radiance of martyrdom. And now thou hast passed over to the never-waning effulgence, wherein the choirs of the martyrs rejoice, and where the ranks of angels join chorus. With them be thou ever mindful of us, O blessed and God-pleasing one.
O Cyril, martyr and athlete, manifest as a servant of God thou didst minister unto Christ; and, sacrificed as a pure immolation, thou wast offered up upon the altar of God, O divinely blessed one, and hast received a precious inheritance, ever abiding amid the splendors of the saints, holy in name and deed.
O all-praised martyrs of Christ, ye passed without harm through the furnace of torments with the dew of divine grace, and have been vouchsafed to dwell by still waters, having received the prize of victory. Wherefore, rejoicing today, we celebrate with faith your sacred memory, O holy ones, glorifying Christ.
Thee do we entreat, O all-pure one, our intercessor: Let not thy servants perish utterly who are troubled amid griefs; but haste thou to rescue us from this present wrath and sorrow, O divinely joyous, pure and all-holy one; for thou art a rampart for us and help invincible.
Or this stavrotheotokion—
Seeing Thee, O Jesus, nailed to the Cross and accepting sufferings voluntarily, the Virgin, Thy Mother, cried out, O Master: “Woe is me, O my sweet Child! How is it that Thou dost endure wounding unjustly, O Physician Who healest the afflictions of men and deliverest all from corruption in Thy loving-kindness?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.