Ode 4. Irmos.

Of the Saint. The same Irmos.

Avvakoum, prophetically foreseeing your divine self-emptying, O Christ, he cried out in awe, ‘You have come for the salvation of your people, to save your anointed ones’.

The Door, Jesus our God, having opened up his knowledge to his Apostles, opened a door for all the nations by their teachings.

Son of God, you declared your Apostles to be sons of the heavenly Father by participation. At their intercessions make us all sons of light.

Apostles, who are going to sit in glory with the Judge and King, rescue me from the dread and fearful judgement.

Ark of the divine sanctification, sanctify my soul, lead my thought to light, by ever imploring Christ with the Apostles that I may be saved.

You took the things to come in exchange for those that pass. Make us too worthy of them by your prayers, rescuing us, Nicolas, from all life’s trials.

Holy Nicolas, who once presided over Myra, make fragrant all the senses of my heart, by your prayers driving foul-smelling passions from it at every moment.

Smashing the machinations of the foe, dispel with total destruction, Nicolas, our foes both visible and invisible who continually make war on us.

Holy Mother of God, help me, who am continually overwhelmed by the pleasures of the body, and ever lie groaning on a bed of idleness.