Ode 6. Irmos.

The final abyss of sins has surrounded me and my spirit fails; but, Master, stretch out your upraised arm and save me like Peter, O Helmsman.

The company of the Apostles having drawn from the source an abyss of spiritual wisdom, dried up all the streams of this world’s wisdom and watered all the assemblies of the devout.

Groan and weep, my lowly soul, and cry out to the Lord, saying, ‘I have sinned against you, compassionate Master, be merciful to me at the supplications of your Apostles’.

Flowing torrents of passions have brought about the fall of the house of my heart. O Apostles, the rivers of the Spirit, I have been crushed; refashion me into life.

The band of the Apostles, with her who bore you, entreats you, O Christ, ‘Send down pardon and peace to your servants, as you are God who love mankind and long to be reconciled.

Of the Saint.

Having slain your members by self-mastery you gained the life which does not age; make us sharers in it too, wise Father, by your prayers, by flight from the work of evil.

With the sail of your sacred prayers deliver us from sea of many dangers and the deep of sin, embarking us for the roadstead of life, wise Hierarch.

Adorning the throne of Myra, you were revealed as an ornament of High Priests; but by your prayers save us from the world’s temptations, blameless Hierarch.

The Word by dwelling in your womb, pure Mother, through his compassionate mercy drove into exile the corruption that through transgression had of old made its dwelling among men.