Сп҃стѝ хотѧ̀ дꙋ́шꙋ, пло́ть твою̀ дꙋ́хови покори́лъ є҆сѝ вои́стиннꙋ, ѻ҆́тче на́шъ нїко́лае: молча́ньми бо пре́жде и҆ боре́ньми съ по́мыслы, дѣѧ́нїю бг҃омы́слїе приложи́лъ є҆сѝ, бг҃омы́слїемъ же ра́зꙋмъ соверше́нъ стѧжа́лъ є҆сѝ, и҆́мже дерзнове́ннѡ съ бг҃омъ и҆ а҆́гг҃лы бесѣ́довалъ є҆сѝ, всегда̀ вопїѧ̀: Ґллилꙋ́їа.
Comfort the soul, O Nikolaе, Thou hast subjected Thy body to the spirit truly, O Our Father: by silent struggles and by reasonings with thoughts, by deeds according to God's will didst Thou accomplish, by the divine will also didst Thou perfect understanding, with which Thou didst converse with angels and God, always crying out: Glory be to Thee.