Ode 6. Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

I will sacrifice to you with a voice of praise, O Lord, the Church cries to you, cleansed from the gore of demons by the Blood which owed through pity from your side.

Chosen by God, the sheep of the Good Shepherd, scattered through the world, by faith changed all the frenzy of the wolves to the tameness of sheep.

O Apostles, the fair fruitful trees of the divine Paradise, convert the fruitlessness of my wretched soul to the fair fruit of a virtuous mind.

I have been wounded by the sword of pleasure and have died. Glorious Apostles, having received from Christ the grace to raise the dead, give life to my wretched dead soul.

Abate the wild tempest of my soul, O God of pity, at the prayers of the Mother of God who bore you, of the revered Apostles and of your godly Martyrs.

Strong in the strength of the Saviour you were given power, Godlike Nicholas, to destroy the invisible foe; from whose dread wounding free us by your prayers.

All-honoured Nicholas, by your sacred entreaties deliver us from punishment in Hell, and from the damaging persecution of wicked men.

Of old the generals who were about to die unjustly were delivered at your intercessions, snatch us like them from every harm, most holy one.

Your people and your city beg you, All-holy Lady, God’s Mother, rescue us from every constraint and from the eternal condemnation to come.