Ode 4. The Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

O Christ God, who did not leave the Father’s bosom and came down to the earth, I have heard of the mystery of your dispensation, and I have glorified you, only lover of mankind.

The Son who is enthroned with the Father and who became incarnate as man chose you as Disciples, who proclaim his Godhead to all the nations.

Wretch that I am, I have fallen victim to the creators of all the passions and I am wounded in heart: I beg you, Apostles, physicians of the sick, heal me.

Glorious Apostles, deliver me from passions, dread dangers and troubles, from every tribulation and from all-grievous eternal punishment.

Chosen Mother of God, intercede with the sacred Apostles, the Martyrs and Prophets that I may be delivered from dangers, troubles and offences.

Christ God, the virtue. Ἐκάλυψεν οὐρανούς.

By your wisdom, Nicholas, you blinded the mind of Arius, made dark by heresy and so saved those led by him into error.

Father, blest of God, cure my many faults by your acceptable prayers, and enlighten my heart.

You slew the stirrings of the passions; by your prayers, All-blest, give me life, who am slain by them and make me new.

You bore the Timeless in the flesh; implore him to free from persistent passions us who hymn you, All-spotless one.