Irmos: The children of Abraham in the Persian furnace, afire with love of piety more than with the flame, cried out: Blessed art Thou in the temple of Thy glory, O Lord!
Like David we cry out to thee with love, O father Blaise: thou art an emulator of the Lord, and thy footsteps are not known; for like the Lord’s thy paths were shown to be in the waters.
Theotokion: Rejoice, O sanctified and divine habitation of the Most High; for through thee, O Theotokos, hath joy been given to those who cry: Blessed art thou among women, O most immaculate Mistress!
Delighting in the grace of the Savior, the martyrs truly replaced torment with joy; and their blood, in manner transcending man, was awesomely transformed into milk.
Beholding their mothers’ boldness for martyrdom, the children, delighting in the grace of Christ and His majesty, hastened, rejoicing, to the Master.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.