Ode 5. Irmos.

Of the Saint. The same Irmos.

To you, clothed with light as a garment, I rise early and cry out, ‘Enlighten my darkened soul, O Christ, for you alone are compassionate’

The Spirit’s orators, the wise Apostles, in the upper room received the holy Spirit in the form of fire when it came fearsomely upon them.

Christ sent you out as chosen arrows to smash the arrows of wickedness. Therefore heal me, who have been wounded by the arrows of the enemy.

Apostles, who turned the earth from impiety, heal my mind ruined by faults by the dew of healings.

Do not condemn me, do not cast me away from your presence, she who gave birth to you in holiness implores you, Most Merciful, with the company of the Apostles.

You broke down wooden idols, holy Nicolas, revealed the counsels of the heretics to be impotent, snatched away those being led out to death.

From infancy you rose to the Lord at dawn, Venerable Father, and became all radiant of the light that poured from there. Therefore drive away the clouds from my soul.

We implore you at this hour, Father Nicolas, be in the midst of all who call on you, granting us our requests that bring salvation.

The Incomprehensible, O graced by God, when he took a body was contained in you, delivering mortals from the affliction that surrounds them.