At Vespers

On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…” —

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “Having cast all aside…” —

Troparion, in Tone IV —

O most lauded martyr Longinus, with thy blood as dye thou didst color for thyself a robe of salvation, stripping the greatly crafty one bare by thy bouts of pain. And now thou dwellest in the kingdom on high, crowned as a victor with a never-fading wreath. Wherefore, we honor thy glorious memory.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…” —

O most lauded martyr Longinus, seeing the Son of God upon the Cross, suffering of His own will and tasting death, when the sun dimmed its light and the mountains quaked, thou didst cry out to the assembly of the Jews: “Truly this is the Son of God, the Lord and King of all!”

The Hebrew people, the all-iniquitous assembly, the ungrateful nation, cut off thy head with a sword, casting it onto a dung-heap. And a blind woman, coming upon it and touching it, received her sight. O most blessed and lauded Longinus, pray for us to the Lord, that we may be saved.

Glory…, the composition of John the Monk, in Tone VI —

Seeing the temple quake during Thy suffering, O Christ, Longinus the centurion proclaimed Thee to the Jews as the Son of God. Wherefore, the cruel ones, cutting off thy head with a sword, cast it onto a dung-heap; and the eyes of the woman who found it, which had been shut fast in blindness, were opened. With her we cry out: O Thou Who hast crowned him who suffered for Thee, by his supplications illumine also the eyes of our hearts, that we may glorify Thee, God Who wast nailed to the Cross in the flesh, that Thou mightest save us.

Of old, when the unblemished Ewe-lamb, the immaculate Mistress, beheld her Lamb upon the tree of the Cross, she exclaimed maternally, and, marvelling, cried out: “O my Child most sweet, what is this new and most strange sight which mine eyes behold? How hath the thankless synagogue betrayed Thee to Pilate’s tribunal and condemneth to death the Life of all? Yet I hymn Thine ineffable condescension, O Word.”

Aposticha from the Octoechos. Glory…, the composition of John the Monk, in Tone VI —

Standing before the Cross, gazing upon the events as they took place, and seeing the God-man crucified upon the Tree, thou didst cry out to Him: “Remember me in Thy kingdom, O Lord!” Wherefore, the Savior exclaimed to thee: “Blessed art thou, O Longinus! Thy memory shall be from generation to generation!”

Seeing Thee crucified, O Christ, she who gave birth to Thee cried out: “What is this strange mystery which I see, O my Son? How is it that Thou diest on the Tree, suspended in the flesh, O Bestower of life?”

In his suffering, O Lord, Thy martyr Longinus received an imperishable crown from Thee, our God; for, possessed of Thy might, he cast down the tormenters and destroyed the feeble audacity of the demons. By his supplications save Thou our souls.