With your patience and courage / for the sake of Christ, you turned into foolishness, blessed Nicholas, / having a bad robe, / you bore the burden of the war of the day / and scum You have endured the winter./ And now, in the Highest Trinity,/ we who come with faith to the race of your relics,/ grant healing, your dormition to those who honestly glorify,// and pray to Christ God will save our souls.
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