¶1
Irmos: Enlighten us with Thy commandments, O Lord, and with Thine upraised arm grant us Thy peace, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
¶2
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¶3
“Thou art my strength!” thou didst cry out, O Eudoxius. O Christ God Who suffered in the flesh, make me steadfast, for, lo! I suffer in torment.
¶4
“Thou art a treasury of entreaties, O Christ God! Disdain me not!” didst thou cry amid the tortures, O Eudoxius, stout of heart.
¶5
Fearing neither the sword nor the fire, Eudoxius cried out to the tormentor: “Behold, I have the mighty strength of the God I serve!”
¶6
Heal thou the weakness of my passions, O pure one, making me worthy of thy visitation, and by thine entreaties grant me health.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.