Ode 7. Irmos.

Of the Saint. Same Irmos.

The highly exalted Lord of our Fathers quenched the flame, refreshed the Youths with dew as they sang harmoniously, ‘O God, blessed are you!’

The highly exalted Lord of our Fathers highly exalted you, Disciples of Christ who saw God, and broke in pieces the enemy’s power.

Wash away, Apostles, by your entreaties the stain of my wickedness with streams of compunction, teaching me to cry out, ‘O God, blessed are you!’

With the fire of God’s Spirit you burned up the brushwood of every vanity; therefore, Disciples of God’s Word, rescue me from the flames of Gehenna.

Righting of Adam’s fall, by your intercessions, O Virgin, and those of the godly Apostles, raise me who have fallen into pits of evil.

As you are wholly dedicated to God, Nicholas wise in God, save me wholly, who am daily wretchedly ensnared by life’s passions.

Lantern shining with God’s radiance, make radiant my soul, ever darkened by the blackness of passions, and grant that I may journey honourably on the road of life.

By your prayers, Nicolas, block the most wicked mouth that is wide open against me, and deliver me from visible and invisible enemies.

From you, Mother of God, cloud all made of light, there shone for us the Sun that knows no evening, Christ our God, to enlighten those in the darkness of ignorance.