Ode 8. The Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

Stretching out his hands Daniel closed the jaws of the lions in the den; while the Youth, lovers of true religion, girded with virtue, quenched the power of the fire as they cried: Bless the Lord, all you works of the  Lord.

Mouths of Christ breathing fire, you closed the gateless mouths, and now, having scattered everywhere the saving message, rescue from the mouth of the spiritual wolf those who cry: All you works, praise the Lord.

Fair-toned trumpets of Christ, glorious Apostles, sound the trumpet round my dead soul and rouse it from the tomb of despair and harsh sloth, to sing: All you works, praise the Lord.

By my mind’s perversity I have trampled down your laws, O Christ; a prodigal I have slipped into the depths and by evil habit I remain ever a slave: at the prayers of your Disciples, do not despise me.

O Mary, Sovereign Lady of the universe, by your prayers free me whose lord is the serpent and who sin continually, and make me Christ’s servant in a holy way of life,  that I may sing: All you works, praise the Lord.

Preaching things divine, O Nicholas, you shut the gateless mouths of the lawless, and delivered from the mischief of Arius many who correctly praise the Lord.

Your name means victory; make us who ever invoke you in faith, victors by your prayers over the passions which engender death, over lawless men and the deceitful tongue.

O Wonderworker Nicholas, be exhorted to send down to us your saving help in our day of need, on which we ask you faithfully in prayer.

With right belief let us the faithful worship the holy Trinity, glorifying the all-holy Father, the Son and Spirit, as we cry: Bless, praise the Lord.

Make me worthy of your compassion, O blessed and all-pure, who bore the most compassionate Word; and in the hour of judgement stand by me, deliver me, Pure Virgin from that condemnation.