Ode IX

Irmos: Heaven was stricken with awe, and the ends of the earth were amazed, that God hath appeared in the flesh, and that thy womb became more spacious than the heavens. Wherefore, the ranks of men and angels magnify thee as the Theotokos.

Now and ever...

The armies of the angels were stricken with awe, and the assemblies of men were amazed that while possessing a corruptible and transitory nature thou didst show the demons to be wretched and weak; and with faith thou didst cry out: I shall serve the Trinity! Holy art Thou, O my Glory!

Glory..., Now and ever..., Theotokion—

Blessed art thou, O martyr Eudoxius, and glorified for all generations, for in nowise sparing thy flesh, thou didst endure torments for Christ’s sake and didst not worship graven images. Wherefore, the ranks of angels, clothed in the raiment of incorruption, have crowned thee.

By thy prayers unto God, O martyr Eudoxius, do thou rescue from every attack of the enemy those who with faith keep the memory of thy sufferings, that he may not boast over us; for, as a martyr, this thou art able to do, having received a reward for thy sufferings from the Most High.

O Virgin Mother of God, thou art revealed as her who gave birth in the flesh unto God the Word, to Whom the Father, in that He is good, gave utterance from His own heart before all the ages, and Who is now known to be higher than all bodies, even though He hath clothed Himself in a body.

Stichera to the martyr, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “Joy of the ranks of heaven...”—

For thy virtues thou didst receive from the Savior grace befitting thy name, O martyr Eudoxius, and right boldly didst thou exchange thy life for the glory of martyrdom, and joining chorus with the angels in the heavens thou hast now been glorified as is meet.

For the severing of thy neck for the sake of thy faith thou didst crown thy head with a heavenly crown, O most blessed Eudoxius. Wherefore, cease not in thy prayers to Christ, that He remember us that keep thy memory, O glorious martyr.

Spurning wealth and this transitory life, O Eudoxius, like Moses thou didst reckon the bearing of Christ’s burden a divine boon greater than the glory of the world, O glorious one, approaching tortures and trials even to the shedding of thy blood.

Tempest-tossed upon the deep of transgressions, and fleeing to the calm haven of thine all-pure entreaty, I cry out to thee, O Theotokos: Stretch forth thy mighty right hand to thy servant, and save me!

Or this Stavrotheotokion—

Standing at the Cross of thy Son and God, and beholding His longsuffering, thou didst say,­ ­lamenting, O pure Mother: Woe is me, O my Child most sweet! What are these things which Thou sufferest unjustly, O Word of God? Mayest Thou save humanity!