Ode 8. Irmos.

Of the Saint. The same Irmos.

The Youths in the furnace, weaving a dance of all creation for you, the Maker of all, sang out, ‘All you works of the Lord, praise the Lord, and highly exalt him to all the ages!’

You unfurled the rational clouds of the Apostles, O Word, that rain down on us showers of all-wise and godly teachings, and water us to the ages.

You fairest pillars of the Church, who carry it on doctrines of faith, make firm the unstable house of my soul by your divine skill, Apostles who saw God.

Groan, my soul, and draw from your whole heart channels of tears as you cry out, ‘Only Compassionate, save, have pity on me at the acceptable prayers of your Disciples.

Chosen Sion, city of the King, make me a city of the city above, as with the godly Disciples you intercede, O Virgin, with your Son who is beyond time.

Having become chief Hierarch of Myra, Nicolas, make the senses of my soul fragrant, that I may flee the foul stench of the passions, and receive the grace of the Advocate.

With the streams from your holy tongue you put a stop to the blasphemous streams of Arius’ words; therefore I cry to you, ‘Dry up the flow of my passions by your prayers, Nicolas all-blessed.

Rescue us by your prayers from sins, from the wickedness of demons, capture by enemies, the evil slanders of all, that we may praise you as our deliverer.

As with faith unceasingly glorify the one Godhead in Trinity, let us shout aloud, ‘Father and Word and all-holy Spirit, we praise you to all the ages’.

God, who for our sake put on flesh from you, shows you, O Virgin, to be the pure, unblemished, protection of all our race; therefore we believers loudly sing your praise.