From the service to St Nicholas of Myra:
Lovers of feasts, let us assemble and with songs of praise hymn the ornament of Hierarchs, the glory of the Fathers, the fount of wonders and greatest helper of believers, as we say, Hail, guard, august leader and immovable pillar of the people of Myra. Hail, brightly shining beacon, who irradiates with your wonders all the ends of the earth. Hail, divine joy of the afflicted, and most fervent defender of the wronged. And now, all-blessed Nicholas, do not cease to intercede with Christ our God on behalf of those who ever honour with faith and love your joyous and all-festive memory.
As a rule of faith and image of meekness Christ God revealed you to your flock, Hierarch Nicolas; for in Myra you give off the fragrance of sweet myrrh and shine radiantly by your achievements, defender of orphans and widows; and so do not cease to intercede that our souls may be saved.
Hail, Nicholas, who filled with godlike zeal by fearsome intervention and visitations through dreams rescued from evil arrest those who were about to die unjustly. Fount, who became a rich fount of fragrant myrrh for those in Myra, and watered their souls, driving away the foul stench of the passions. Sword, which cut down the cockle of error. Winnowing fan that sifted the doctrines of Arius like chaff. Implore Christ to send down to our souls His great mercy.
As a heavenly man you were shown to be angelic upon the earth, a ready defender of widows, an avenger of the oppressed, and a helper amid misfortunes for all who are sorrowful, O father Nicholas.
All who are under the sun proclaim the abyss of the wonders of your virtues, O thrice-blessed Nicholas: the poor call you their intercessor, the orphans and widows their nurturer, the blind their guide, and all men their champion.
When your name alone is invoked, with all speed it truly delivers those who fervently call upon you from all the counsels of the enemy, O holy Nicholas. As of old you delivered the soldiers, so save us also from every grievous circumstance.
As the feeder of wisdom and father of orphans, the most excellent help of those in sorrow, the consolation of the grieving, the shepherd and guide of all the lost, O Nicholas, by your supplications deliver us from misfortunes.
You work strange and awesome miracles, O Nicholas, interceding in your speedy supplications for those in peril throughout the earth and far out upon the sea, showing yourself to the faithful as a physician of the sick, a feeder of the poor, and the namesake of victory over the enemy.
Enlightened by lamps of grace, O divinely wise one, you manifestly became a lamp of piety: save those in danger, deliver those who are out upon the deep sea, and all-gloriously feed the hungry, O most blessed one.
Rejoicing, let us sound the trumpet of festal hymns, let us leap up and join chorus on this, the God-bearing father's prayerful celebration. Let kings and princes come together, and let them hymn him who by his dread appearance in a dream prevailed upon the king to release the three warriors who were unjustly imprisoned. O assembly of teachers and pastors of the good Shepherd, let us praise the pastor who showed forth love like His. And lauding the great hierarch, the physician of the infirm, the deliverer of those in misfortune, the helper of sinners, the treasure of the poor, the consoler of the sorrowful, the companion of those who travel, the helmsman of those at sea, who fervently anticipate the needs of all in every place, let us say thus: O all-holy Nicholas, come forth and deliver us from these present tribulations, and save your flock by your supplications.
What say you, Michal?