At the aposticha, these stichera, in Tone VI: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…”—
Menaion — translated by Isaac Lambertsen
We bow down before the place where the feet of Christ stood, exalting the thrice blessed Cross whereon was shed the blood of the Master Who hath poured forth resurrection upon the world.
Troparion of the greatmartyr, in Tone IV—
Stichos: Exalt ye the Lord our God; and worship the footstool of His feet, for it is holy.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Troparion of the feast, in Tone I—
Having mortified the passions of flesh and spirit, O ye divinely wise, let us make haste to elevate ourselves above earthly things to the resting-place of heaven, through the exaltation of the Cross, having crucified ourselves with Christ the Master.
Stichos: God is our King before the ages, He hath wrought salvation in the midst of the earth.
An ever-flowing wellspring hath manifestly issued forth from the divine side of the Savior, watering the souls of those who with faith worship His divine sufferings, His Cross and resurrection.
Glory…, of the greatmartyr, the composition of Byzantius, in Tone VIII—
Let every tongue be moved to the goodly praise of Euphemia the most lauded, and let us all—every generation, every age, youths and virgins—crown the virgin martyr of Christ with praises; for, having lawfully shown manly courage and cast aside feminine weakness, she brought low the tyrannous foe with the pangs of her suffering, and having been adorned with a divine crown, she entreateth her Bridegroom and God, that He grant us great mercy.
Now & ever…, of the Cross, the composition of John the Monk, in the same tone—
That which Moses prefigured with his body of old cast down and vanquished Amalek; and David the psalmist, crying out, hath commanded us to bow down before Thy footstool, Thy precious Cross, O Christ God. Today we sinners also do homage with our unworthy lips to Thee Whose will it was to be nailed thereto; and, chanting, we pray: O Lord, vouchsafe that with the thief we may receive Thy kingdom!
Thy martyr Euphemia, O Jesus, crieth out with a loud voice: “I love Thee, O my Bridegroom, and, seeking Thee, I suffer; I am crucified and buried in Thy baptism; I suffer for Thy sake, that I may reign with Thee; and I die for Thee, that I may live with Thee. Accept me as an unblemished sacrifice, who offer myself to Thee with love!” Through her supplications save Thou our souls, in that Thou art merciful.
O Lord, save Thy people and bless Thine inheritance; grant victory unto Orthodox Christians over their adversaries, and by the power of Thy Cross preserve Thou Thy commonwealth.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.