At the Aposticha, Glory…, of the venerable one, in Tone VIII—

Now and ever…" Theotokion, or this Stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: "Thy martyrs…"—

We honor thee, the instructor of a multitude of monks, O Nilus our father; for by thy steps have we truly known how to walk aright. Blessed art thou who, laboring for Christ, didst denounce the power of the enemy, O conversor with angels, who sharest the lot of the venerable and the righteous. With them entreat the Lord, that our souls find mercy.

Troparion, in Tone VIII—

Now and ever…: Theotokion.

The Virgin, Thy Mother, O Jesus Master, seeing Thee nailed to the Cross and accepting suffering of Thine own will, cried out: "Woe is me, O my sweet Child! How is it that Thou endurest wounds unjustly inflicted, O Physician Who hast healed the infirmity of man and hast by Thy lovingkindness delivered all from corruption?"

Now and ever…: Theotokion, or this Stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: "On the third day…"—

In patience thou didst acquire thy reward, O venerable father, who endured in prayers unceasingly, loved the poor and saw to their needs. Entreat Christ God, O blessed almsgiver John, that our souls be saved.

Glory…, in the same tone—

With streams of thy tears thou didst irrigate the barren desert, and with sighs from the depths of thy soul thou didst make it to bear fruit an hundredfold. Thou wast a beacon to the whole world, radiating miracles. O Nilus our father, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved!

O venerable father, report of thy corrections hath gone forth into all the earth; wherefore, thou hast found the reward of thy labors in the heavens. Thou hast destroyed legions of demons, and hast attained unto the ranks of the angels, whose life thou didst blamelessly emulate. As thou hast boldness before Christ God, ask peace for our souls.

Seeing Thee crucified, O Christ, she that gaveth birth to Thee cried out: "What is this strange mystery which I behold, O my Son? How is it that Thou diest, suspended in the flesh on the Tree, O Bestower of life?"