Ode 1. Tone 4. Θαλάσσης τὸ ἐρυθραῖον.

As noblest victor slay my carnal thought and flood my mind with your illuminating brightness, to hymn your festival, Nikitas, as you intercede with Christ.

Rejecting the poison which comes from the passions, you bravely endured tortures, and put on as a martyr the honoured tunic, woven from your blood.

Nailed for us to the tree, you showed a new and wondrous way of contest; for you became, Master, the first fruits of the Martyrs’ confession and courage.

The gate of your condescension towards us, Lord, made you flash out like lightning, who are mystically named Dayspring, Sun and Light, double in nature, the Lover of mankind.