Irmos: Whirled about in the abyss of sin, I call upon the unfathomable abyss of Thy loving-kindness: Lead me up from corruption, O God!
Kontakion, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “The choir of angels...”—
The choir of patriarchs doth honor thy holy memory with praises and hymns, O Nicephorus; for it received thy soul at thy passing, O glorious one. Wherefore, today the holy Church, magnifying Christ the King, doth glorify Him Who alone loveth mankind.
Thou didst endure sufferings for the Faith, and for the precious traditions of the Fathers thou didst bear banishment; but thereby thou hast acquired most precious glory.
Theotokion: Bands of men and angels honor the ineffable manner of thy birthgiving, O Mistress, glorifying thee who art more exalted than all other creatures.
Thy firm faith and opposition aroused the fury of the tyrants; and thou becamest a pillar of fire for the honored Church, O blessed one.
Possessing thy shrine and dust as a lustrous pearl and gems of surpassing brilliance, O wise one, the Church is adorned with a crown of Orthodoxy.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.