Ode 6. The Irmos.

Of the Saint. The same Irmos.

Calm the raging sea of the passions, O Master Christ, with its soul-destroying surge, and lead me up from corruption as you are compassionate

You put an end to the rottenness of evil which pastured the souls of the nations, Lover of humankind, with the salt of the teachings of your sacred Apostles.

Make an end to the depth of my evils, my Master Christ; give me your hand, Lover of humankind, save me at the entreaties of your sacred Apostles.

Judge most just, on the of dread judgement deliver me from the fearful condemnation at the prayers of the Apostles.

Count me, brought to despair by the multitude of my iniquities, worthy of salvation, Lord, at the prayers of the Disciples and your Mother.

By your prayers, Nicolas, make your Master merciful to all who honour you, that he may grant us release from faults.

Deliver from diseases, life’s stumbling blocks, trials and afflictions those who have gained you, Nicolas, as an intercessor with the Lord.

Christ, our Master, revealed you as the best of physicians; therefore heal the diseases, Nicolas, of those who devoutly approach you.

Without husband, pure Mother of God, you bore a child; and so with faith I implore you, drive out sloth from my soul.