Tuesday February 24, 2026 / February 11, 2026
My soul, my soul, arise! Why are you sleeping? The end is drawing near, and you will be confounded. Awake, then, and be watchful, that Christ our God may spare you, Who is everywhere present and fills all things.
As thou didst share in the ways of the apostles/ and didst occupy their throne,/ thou didst find thine activity to be a passage to divine vision,/ O divinely inspired one./ Wherefore, ordering the word of truth,/ thou didst suffer for the Faith even to the shedding of thy blood.// O hieromartyr Blaise, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.
O God-bearing Blaise,/ divine offshoot, unfading blossom,/ much-suffering branch of the vine of Christ:/ with thy gladness fill those who honor thy memory,// praying unceasingly in behalf of us all.
With the anointing of the priesthood and the blood of martyrdom/ wast thou adorned, O glorious Blaise;/ and, joining chorus, thou shinest in the highest,/ watching over those who come to thy temple// and therein unceasingly cry out to thee: Preserve us all!