Irmos: Waking at dawn out of the night, we chant to Thee, O Christ, Who art consubstantial with the Father and art the Savior of our souls: Grant peace to the world, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
As torrents poured forth by God, O glorious unmercenaries, ye pour forth the waters of benefaction upon the faithful, healing infirmities both of body and of soul.
Theotokion: Having conceived the Lord and Savior of the world, Who with the Father is equally without beginning, and given birth to Him, O Virgin Mother, thou hast shown thyself to be more exalted than all things.
Let us hymn the divine love of Cyrus and John and the martyric death they suffered for Christ; for having manfully contended through their glorious struggle, they have been shown to be the boast of the martyrs.
Irmos: All things are filled with awe at thy divine glory; for thou, O Virgin who hast not known wedlock, didst contain within thy womb Him Who is God over all, and gavest birth to the timeless Son, granting peace unto all who hymn thee.
O honored unmercenaries, releasing springs of grace, ye impart health unto all who with faith and love now have recourse to you.
Two luminaries, Cyrus and John, shine forth the effulgence of miracles from a single radiant source, pouring forth the grace of incorruption upon the infirm. Let us therefore call them blessed.
The radiant and most wise stars, who have manifestly rendered the earth celestial, unceasingly illumine us with the likeness of the splendor of the angels.
O Cyrus and John who art most rich, ye warriors of Christ and physicians of the infirm: having received from the most compassionate God the ability to work miracles, heal those who hymn you.
With hymns do I praise Mocius, Photius and Anicetas, who are in the choir of the God-bearing unmercenaries, the speedy helpers of those who call upon them amid misfortunes and tribulations.
Possessing thee as a lustrous pearl, precious in thy wounding, O most blessed Mocius, physician who exactest no fee, the honored Church is adorned.
Ye were shown to be great beacons illumining all creation with rays of healing and divine struggles, O Photius and Anicetas, ye athletes of Christ.
Glory…: Ye heal the passions of the faithful, portraying the blessed Passion in your sufferings; and ye banish ailments and drive away evil spirits, O glorious Photius and Anicetas.
Now & ever…: O almighty Mistress, transform the weakness and impotence of our souls and bodies into strength and health, that we may vigilantly carry out the commandments of thy Son and God.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.