Friday February 27, 2026 / February 14, 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.
A dweller in the desert, an angel in the flesh/ and a wonder-worker wast thou shown to be,/ O our God-bearing father Auxentius./ Receiving heavenly gifts through fasting, vigils and prayers,/ thou healest the infirm/ and the souls of those who with faith have recourse unto thee/ Glory to Him Who hath given thee strength!/ Glory to Him Who hath crowned thee!// Glory to Him Who worketh healings for all through thee!
Delighting in abstinence and restraining the desires of thy flesh,/ O divinely wise and sacred father Auxentius,/ thou wast shown forth, shining with faith,// and didst blossom like a plant in the midst of paradise.