At the aposticha, these stichera, in Tone V: Spec. Mel.: “Rejoice…” —

Rejoice, thou beauty of monks, excellent scion of the Island of Naxos, goodly adornment of Athos, thou radiant eye, thou tongue most sweet, uttering godly words in the divine Spirit, speaking and recording doctrines, making plain unto all the meaning of unapproachable sounds of heaven, and opening the understanding of ineffable contemplations to the breadth of higher comprehension, O father Nicodemus, thou treasury of inspired understanding given by God!

Now & ever…: Theotokion —

At the Blessing of the Loaves, the troparion of the venerable one, in Tone I —

Stichos: My mouth shall speak wisdom, and the meditation of my heart shall be of understanding.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…” —

Troparion, in Tone VIII —

Rejoice, O vessel of wisdom, treasury of true theology, glory of the Orthodox, who wisely vanquished the thoughts of the heretics, sweet-sounding harp of the dogmas of the Faith, God-pleasing husbandman of blameless morals, teacher of the gifts of piety, summit of divine understanding, depth of comprehension of the thoughts of the Spirit, unfathomable ocean! O father Nicodemus, shine forth divine effulgence on all!

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “O all-glorious wonder…” —

Stichos: Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord; in His commandments shall he greatly delight.

Rejoice, new and most radiant star of the Church of Christ, mouth of theologians, ardent lover of piety, revealer of the Traditions and Scriptures, elucidation of ineffable things, who healest the sickness and perdition of souls by the word of grace, melodious lyre and sweet-sounding harp of divine hymns and songs! O venerable father Nicodemus, entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of sin unto those who honor thee.

Glory…, in Tone VIII —

Having cultivated well the discourse of doctrines, thou dost produce the fruit of immortal life for the Church, O divinely eloquent Nicodemus; for like fruitful trees by the springs of the waters of grace thy godly books ever produce salvific understanding for us, like the sweetness of heaven, whereby we are delivered from the bitterness of the passions, receiving from Christ peace and great mercy.

O unwedded Virgin who ineffably conceived God in the flesh, Mother of God Most High: accept the entreaties of thy servants, O most immaculate one, granting unto all cleansing of transgressions; and, accepting now our supplications, pray thou that we all be saved.

O ye faithful, let us honor Nicodemus, the beacon of Athos and scion of Naxos, the divinely inspired teacher of the whole Church, who was full of divine wisdom; for he poureth forth abundant heavenly doctrines upon those who cry: Glory to Christ Who hath glorified thee! Glory to Him Who hath crowned thee! Glory to Him Who granteth help unto us through thee! Twice

And “Virgin Theotokos, rejoice!…”, once.

Ever having Christ working within you, O holy unmercenaries, ye work wonders in the world and heal the sick. For your healing is an inexhaustible wellspring: drawn from, it floweth in abundance; and poured forth, it gusheth out, flowing every day in great quantity, granting healing to all, yet remaineth undrained. And those who draw forth from it are filled with healing, yet it remaineth full. What, therefore, shall we call you? Healing physicians of souls and bodies? Healers of incurable sufferings who cure all and have received this gift from Christ the Savior, Who granteth great mercy unto us.

Seeing Thee crucified, O Christ, she who gave Thee birth cried out: “What is this strange mystery which I behold, O my Son? How is it that Thou diest, suspended in the flesh upon the Tree, O Bestower of life?”

O holy unmercenaries and wonder-workers Cosmas and Damian, visit our infirmities. Freely have ye received, freely give unto us.

Who will not marvel, who will not render glory, who will not hymn with faith the miracles of the wise and all-glorious unmercenaries? For even after their holy repose they richly impart healings unto all who have recourse to them with faith, and their precious and holy relics pour forth the grace of healings. O ye two holy ones! O honored ones! O the wisdom and glory which cometh from the grace given you by God! Wherefore, we cry out in hymns to God our Benefactor, Who hath given them to us for the healing of our souls and bodies.

The unblemished ewe-lamb, beholding her Lamb upon the Tree, crucified of His own will, cried out, lamenting pitiably: “Woe is me, O my most beloved Child! How hath the ungrateful assembly of the Jews recompensed Thee, desiring to leave me bereft of Thee, O most beloved One?”