Ode 4. Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

Seeing you the Sun of justice raised upon the Cross, the Church stands in order and fittingly cries out: Glory to your power, O Lord!

You launched your chosen horses on the sea, O Lover of mankind, for them to trouble the waters of unbelief, announce to all the true knowledge of you.

Stars, who make the spiritual firmament of the Church bright with true religion, glorious Apostles, free me from the night of ignorance and offences.

O Apostles, proclaimed as sharpened arrows now quench the fiery arrows of my evil and strengthen my thinking.

Heal my soul, drugged by the poisoned bites of the enemy, with the effective medicine of the prayers of her who bore you, O Christ, and of your sacred Apostles.

Your glorious life showed you everywhere glorious, celebrated by godly marvels, beauty of High Priests, boast of all who honour you harmoniously in song.

On a high throne, O Blessed One, you praised God, dazzling with the godly  brightness of humility; make us too, wise Father, to have a share in it by your acceptable intercessions.

Fired with a fitting godlike zeal, Father, you delivered men being led to death unjustly; therefore we cry: rescue us likewise from dread temptations which kill the understanding.

Traversing the heavens with joy, Father Nicholas, be present invisibly with all who call on you, relieving the diseases of our souls, and in godlike manner giving us respite.

The armies of the Angels are amazed, All-pure One, as they praise the greatness of your divine child-bearing; with whom, O Virgin, pray that all may be saved who with sincere faith call you blessed.