Irmos: The children of Israel in the furnace, shining more brightly than gold in a crucible in the beauty of their piety, said: Bless the Lord, all ye works of the Lord; hymn and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Having died to the beauties of this world and cut off the sickness of avarice, O wise ones, ye have been called unmercenary by all who cry out: Hymn the Lord, all ye works, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Theotokion: Rejoicing, and strengthened by grace, and delivered by thy birthgiving, O pure Virgin Mother, we cry out unceasingly: Bless the Lord, all ye works! Hymn and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Holy art Thou, O Almighty One, Who glorifiest Thy saints! For for their sake Thou deliverest the world from misfortunes and dost enlighten those who hymn and exalt Thee supremely forever.
Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Ye have most manifestly become partakers of everlasting life; for ye forsook all the beauties of corruptible life, crying together: Bless the Lord, all ye works! Hymn and supremely exalt Him for all ages!
Abiding in the habitations of the Most High, O ever most memorable ones, ye never cease to show mercy to those on earth, and ye do good unto those who hymn and exalt the Lord supremely forever.
O Master Christ, through the supplications of the unmercenaries deliver us all from grievous ailments, and ever vouchsafe that we may cry to thee together: Bless the Lord, all ye works, and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Thy union with God, accomplished by thy corrections, O blessed Blaise, hath shown thee to be a benefactor of both reason-endowed and irrational creatures; wherefore, thou hast received gifts of healings.
As a venerable hierarch, O Blaise, thou bearest the wounds of the sufferings of Christ Who gave thee the grace to heal all sicknesses; wherefore, come to our help with thy goodly gifts.
Having illumined thy mind with dispassion and adorned it with humility, O Spyridon, thou wast enriched with the gifts of the Spirit, to drive away evil spirits and loose the infirmities of those who honor thee with faith.
The river of the gifts which abide in thee water every heart, O venerable Spyridon; it giveth health unto all, and restoreth all to the glory of God Who hath glorified thee.
We bless the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit: the Lord.
Merciful art Thou, O indivisible Trinity, for in that Thou art most compassionate, Thou hast mercy upon all. Wherefore, we who are weighed down by sins flee unto Thee, crying: Cleanse Thou Thy servants!
Now & ever…: With the unmercenaries, O Mistress, pray for us who have set their hope on thee, that we may be delivered from future condemnation and may be vouchsafed to enter the kingdom of heaven.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.