At the Aposticha, Glory..., in Tone VI —

Glory..., Now & ever…: Theotokion, or stavrotheotokion.

Having suffered lawfully for Christ, O Artemius, and cast down both an earthly emperor and the noetic foe, as is meet thou didst receive a crown from the Savior, the Judge of the contest. And now thou dost rejoice in the heavens with the ranks of the angels, manifestly delighting in the effulgence of the Most High, and abundantly partaking of the primal Light of the three Hypostases. Wherefore, we, the right-believing people who love the martyrs, cry out to thee with hymns: Rejoice, adamant invincible of soul and mighty warrior of Christ! Rejoice, destroyer of the falsehood of idolatry and splendid champion of the truth! Entreat thou the Lord, that through thee we also may receive a place at the throne of His majesty.

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

Troparion, in Tone IV —

Beholding Thee crucified, O Christ, she who gave Thee birth cried out: “What is this strange mystery which I see, O my Son? How is it that Thou diest, suspended upon a Tree, O Bestower of life?”

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

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

Today is the whole world enlightened with the rays of the passion-bearer, and the Church of God, adorned with flowers, O Artemius, crieth out to thee: O favorite of Christ and fervent intercessor, cease thou never to pray for thy servants!

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