At the aposticha, Glory..., in Tone V —

O venerable father, thou gavest no sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids, until thou didst free thy soul and body of the passions and hadst prepared thyself as a habitation of the Spirit; for Christ, coming with the Father, made His dwelling within thee, and thou becamest a favorite of the consubstantial Trinity. O great preacher Euthymius, pray thou in behalf of our souls.

Now & ever..., Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel: “Rejoice...” —

Troparion of the Venerable One, in Tone VIII —

The Ewe-lamb, once beholding her Lamb hastening to the slaughter, anxiously followed after Him, crying out these things to Him: “Whither goest Thou, O Christ, my Child most sweet? Wherefore dost Thou run this rapid course without tiring, O Long-suffering One? O sinless Jesus, Who art most desired, most merciful Lord, spare me, Thy handmaid, a word, O my most beloved Son! Pass not by in silence me who gave birth to Thee in strange manner, O compassionate, all-compassionate God, granting the world great mercy!”

Now & ever..., Theotokion.

Glory…: Troparion of the venerable martyr, in Tone IV —

In thee, O father, that which is fashioned according to the image of God was preserved, for, having taken up thy cross, thou didst follow Christ, and by thine example didst teach that the flesh is to be disdained as transitory, but that the soul must be cared for as a thing immortal. Wherefore, thy spirit doth rejoice with the angels, O venerable Euthymius.

Now & ever..., Theotokion, or this Stavrotheotokion, Spec. Mel: “When from the Tree...” —

In his sufferings O Lord, Thy martyr Lucian hath received an imperishable crown from Thee, our God; for, possessed of Thy might, he cast down the tormentors and set at naught the feeble audacity of the demons. By his supplications do Thou save our souls.

O venerable father, diligently satisfying virtue from thy childhood, thou becamest an instrument of the Holy Spirit; and receiving from Him the ability to work miracles, thou didst exhort men to overcome pleasures. And now, illumined most brightly with divine light, do thou enlighten our thoughts, O father Euthymius.

She who knew not wedlock, beholding Thee nailed to the Tree of the Cross, O Jesus, said, weeping: “O sweet Child, wherefore hast Thou abandoned me who alone gave Thee birth, O unapproachable Light of the all-unoriginate Father? Haste Thou, and glorify Thyself, that those who glorify Thy divine Passion may receive divine glory!”