Ode 3. The Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

Saviour Lord, who at the beginning by your all-powerful Word and almighty and divine Spirit established the heavens and all their power, establish me on the unshakeable rock of confession of you.

Revealed as sharpened arrows of Christ the powerful, wise Disciples, deliver me, I pray, from the arrows of the foe, and heal my heart, grievously wounded by the sword of sin.

Like heavens you declare the glory of God, godlike Disciples, as the Prophet says, making clear his divine incarnation and his sufferings, through which we have all been ransomed from passions, from death and from corruption.

Godlike Disciples, hasten to make me bright with garments of light, who have been fearfully led astray and stripped of the garment of God, for you laid bare the plots of the foe by faith and clothed him with shame.

O God, who gave being to the Powers of heaven by a word, granted grace to Prophets, the Disciples and all the Martyrs, at their prayers and those of your immaculate Mother, save us all, take pity as you are compassionate.

Be my firm foundation. Στερέωμά μου.

As you offer intercessions for the whole world, save us from every necessity and ten thousand troubles, holy Nicholas.

As you rescued those who were bound in an impregnable prison by breaking their bonds, by your prayers reconcile me to God from my wicked deeds, holy Nicholas.

By night and day we call you Defender; bring our supplications to the Lord, and ever guard us, holy Nicholas.

All-pure, you are the tongs which received in your godlike womb the divine coal, yet remained quite unburned, burn up our faults.