Ode 8. The Irmos.

In the unbearable fire, but unharmed by the flames, the Youths, famed for their reverence for God, were as one as they sang the divine hymn, ‘All you works of the Lord bless the Lord, and highly exalt him throughout all the ages.’

I have been cut by the sword of passions and I have been wounded in heart by the madness of the creator of wickedness; glorious Apostles, heal me who am wholly without resource, for you are physicians of souls and bodies.

The divine sound of the Heralds has been poured out into all the earth, wonderfully teaching it to reverence one being, one nature, truly one lordship, one kingship of the Trinity to all the ages.

I have fallen many times and have squandered your long-suffering by my ever-present folly; turn me back, Master, Word, who know my great weakness, my sloth and my foolishness.

All-holy Mother of God, divine tongs, which ineffably held the divine coal, quench the burning coals of my passions with the dew of your consolations and of the all-glorious and divine Apostles.

Of the Saint.

Venerable Father, by becoming meek you have inherited the land of the meek; and so with faith I beg you, by your prayers calm the storms of the evil one that incessantly rise against me.

As you rescued the generals who were about to die unjustly, so rescue us from the wickedness of evil men and from every assault of the demons, Nicholas, as you implore the Saviour.

You showed mankind a even and saving road, guide us in it as we journey on the road of life, thrice-blessed Nicholas, that together we may enter the city of life.

Strength and song is he who was born of you, All-blameless Virgin; beseech him insistently, to give me, who am paralysed by the passions, strength to fulfil his saving commands.