Glory..., Now and ever...: Theotokion, in the same tone and melody—
On “Lord, I have cried...,” these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “Joy of the ranks of Heaven...”—
The streams of thy wisdom, drawn from noetic clouds, pour forth a fountain of Orthodoxy upon the world; and we, the faithful, drawing forth sweetness therefrom, turn away from the emissions of heresy as from the bitter waters of Marah.
Lying in the tomb, thy most pure body did in nowise decay, but was found to be whole, O most blessed Nicephorus; and bearing it forth with zeal, those nurtured by Orthodoxy rejoiced, gloriously blessing thee, O divinely wise one.
The Church honored with the name of the Apostles received thee, O most blessed one, who through thy godly actions didst become a temple of God, and who after thine interment wast again interred in sacred manner and hast buried all the fœtid foolish pratings of the heretics.
Tempest-tossed upon the deep of transgression, having fled to the calm haven of thy most pure supplications, I cry out to thee, O Theotokos: Stretch forth thy mighty right hand to thy servant, and save me, O all-immaculate one.
Stavrotheotokion—
As she beheld the Lamb uplifted upon the Cross, the unblemished Virgin cried out, weeping: “O my sweet Child, what new and strange sight do I behold? How is it that Thou Who holdest all things in Thy hand art nailed in the flesh to the Tree?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.