On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “O all-praised martyrs…”—
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—
O martyrs three in number, who contended mightily against those that cruelly condemned you, and who with faith endured all manner of pangs most cruel: ye have received the kingdom on high. Wherefore, pray ye, that God grant unto our souls peace and great mercy.
With spiritual songs let us praise Eutropius, the steadfast Cleonicus and Basiliscus; for, by the grace of piety, they utterly consumed the tinder of ungodliness with fire. And they now illumine the ends of the earth with the divine radiance of fire, like beacons most bright, having cast all deception into darkness.
When your heads were severed, ye crushed the head of the enemy under your beautiful feet, O valiant athletes, ye unwavering stars, animate sacrifices, treasures of the temple of heaven. O glorious Eutropius, Basiliscus and Cleonicus, beg peace for us all.
Rejoice, O pure one, thou strange report! Rejoice, holy tree of paradise, divinely planted! Rejoice, destruction of the evil demons! Rejoice, two-edged sword, who cut off the head of the enemy by thy strange birthgiving! O most holy and all-immaculate one, call us back who have gone astray.
Stavrotheotokion—
The unblemished ewe-lamb and Mistress, beholding her Lamb upon the Cross, bereft of form and beauty, said, lamenting: “Woe is me! Whither hath Thy beauty set, O Thou Who art most sweet? Where is Thy comeliness? Where is the radiant grace of Thine image, O my Son most beloved?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.