Irmos: Neither in wisdom, nor in power, nor yet in riches do we boast, but in Thee, O Christ, the hypostatic Wisdom of the Father; for none is holy save Thee, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…” —
Having adorned thy life with thy virtues, thou didst manifestly become a beacon of the word of life and a guardian tending the most sacred flock of Christ.
Theotokion: Confessing the Son Who was born of thy womb in latter times as equally beginningless with the preëternal Father, O all-pure one, we truly glorify thee as the Mother of God.
Thy divinely eloquent tongue of fire hath burned up the thorns of heresy with the fire of understanding, O divinely wise and glorious father.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
Having plumbed the depths with thy love of wisdom, O right wondrous one, with the cords of thy doctrines thou hast manifestly strangled those who reject the image of Christ.
The grace of thy wise discourses and the sublimity of thy mystic teachings have become a ladder of divine ascent for us; for thou didst acquire a spiritual trumpet, O father, wherewith thou didst proclaim divine doctrines. Wherefore, thou hast made thine abode in a place of verdure and hast driven the wild beast away with the sling of thy words, O blessed Nicephorus. Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of sins unto those who honor thy most precious memory.
All of us, the generations of men, bless thee as the Virgin who, alone among women, gavest birth without seed to God in the flesh; for the fire of the Godhead made His abode within thee, and thou didst nurture the Creator and Lord with milk as a babe. Wherefore, we, the race of angels and men, cry out to thee together: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith worship thine all-holy birthgiving.
Stavrotheotokion —
The ewe-lamb, beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, exclaimed, weeping, and, bitterly lamenting, cried out: “The world rejoiceth, receiving deliverance through Thee, but my womb doth burn, beholding Thy crucifixion, which Thou endurest in the loving-kindness of Thy mercy. O long-suffering Lord, abyss and inexhaustible wellspring of mercy, take pity and grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith hymn Thy divine sufferings!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.