Ode 7. The Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

The youths of old showed the burning furnace to be shedding dew, as they hymned the one God and said: Highly exalted God of our fathers and highly glorified.

Of old you quenched the furnace of bitter godlessness with the dew of the divine proclamation, as you cried, glorious Apostles: Highly exalted God of our fathers, blessed are you!

Christ the Word I beg you, snatch me from harsh sin, from punishment in Hell, from the pain of hell, and save me at the prayers of your Apostles.

Disciples of Christ, as you caught mortals in the net of the word from the deep of ignorance, save me who am sunk and storm-tossed by unnumbered offences.

All-spotless, with Martyrs, Angels, Saints and Apostles, implore your Son and Lord that your servants may be saved from temptations, dangers and troubles.

The Youths of old. Κάμινον καιομένην.

Wise Hierarch you became an ornament of the Church: deliver me from all the disorder of disgraceful passions, ever pleading with the Benefactor of the whole world.

With the showers of your intercessions, wise Nicholas, water the hearts of us all, that we may bear fruits worthy of repentance.

By your intercessions make bright our thoughts, which rise early with faith, glorify God and hymn you, Nicholas, his true Hierarch.

Every tongue glorifies you, Mother of God, pure and all-praised, who are revealed as the glory and boast of our race, and the guide of those who go astray.