Ode 3. Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

Your Church, O Christ, rejoices in you and cries: You, Lord, are my strength, my refuge and my firmament.

O God, the streams of your spiritual rivers, your Disciples, bring hallowing joy, Master, to your city.

O Citizens of heaven, fellow ministers of the spiritual Hosts, far-famed Apostles, deliver us from every tribulation.

O Christ, who established the spiritual heavens, establish me at their prayers on the rock of your will as you are compassionate.

She who bore you in purity implores you as a Mother, O Lord, with the choir of the Disciples, to grant us your mercies.

You appeared as a sword slaughtering warlike foes; guard us unharmed from their assault, O Nicholas, by our doing the divine will.

Heal my crushed soul, High Priest, as you crushed the ambushes and assaults of the foe, that I may honour you as my protector.

As you destroyed the lifeless statues of Artemis, banish the passionate idols of my mind by your godly mediation, Father Nicholas.

We have obtained you as protection, All-holy Virgin; change our sorrow to joy, and free us from the tribulation with breeds death.