Ode 9. Irmos.

Of the Saint. Another Irmos.

Chosen stones of the Stone laid at the head of the corner, build up on the rock of the faith the hearts of all the faithful, O Apostles who overthrew the enemy’s builders.

Having received from Christ the power to bind and loose, loose the bond of my evils and bind me to Christ, and make me a sharer in God’s Kingdom, O Apostles.

Godly clouds of the Master now water my heart, dried up by every evil deed, with glorious showers, and make me fruitful, O Apostles blessed by God.

With the Holy Angels, with the godly Apostles, with the glorious Martyrs,  implore your Son and Lord, O all-pure Mother of God, to save our souls from perils.

Your tomb ever works healings, Venerable One, welling up sweet-scented myrrh for those who come to it with faith, O Nicholas, burying the onslaught of diseases; therefore we all call you blessed.

Like the sun, Nicholas, you light the whole earth with the beacon-fires of your godlike wonders, dispelling by your sacred mediations the darkness of dire circumstances, O splendour of High Priests.

As is your wont, O Nicholas, take pity on us who at every moment are dreadfully storm-tossed by the circumstances of life, the deceits of demons and the assaults of evil people, that we may call you blessed.

Remember, O my soul, the dread day and hour when the Master is going to bring you to judgement and to judge your hidden deeds, and cry to him: Save me, O Saviour, at Nicholas’ entreaties.

Joyfully we bring you Gabriel’s greeting, and we cry: Hail Paradise, who ever keep in your midst the tree of life: all-glorious palace of the Word, hail all-spotless Virgin!