Thursday February 26, 2026 / February 13, 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.
With the streams of thy tears thou didst quench the flames of temptations, O blessed one,/ and taming the billows of the sea and the raging of wild beasts, thou didst cry out:// Most glorious art Thou, O Almighty, Who savest me from fire and tempest!
As a skilled ascetic of piety,/ an honored athlete by volition,/ and an inhabitant and citizen of the desert,/ we praise the ever-honorable Martinian in hymns, as is meet;// for he trampled the serpent underfoot.