ODE VII.

φωτεινή σε, φῶς.

W afting Him up on high,

Y

The glorious cloud receives
The LORD of Immortality,

And earth the Victor leaves :
The Heavenly People raise the strain,
The Apostles pour the hymn again ;—
GOD of our Fathers, Thou art blest!

e faithful, tell your joys!

All hearts with gladness bound! GOD is gone up with a merry noise,

The LORD with the trumpet's sound! To Him we cry, by woes once tried, Now glorious at the FATHER's side,

GOD of our Fathers, Thou art blest!

Z ealous for GOD of yore,

With zeal still Moses burns:

"Come, Heavenly Spirits, and adore
The Victor Who returns:

Rise, Angel legions, rise and sing
The ancient hymn to greet the King,
GOD of our Fathers, Thou art blest!"

Catavasia.

J oin'd with the trumpet-peal, the din and shout,

Cornet, flute, sackbut, dulcimer rang out,

And bade adore the golden Deity :

The SPIRIT's gentler voice gives praise

to Thee,

O co-eternal One-O consubstantial Three!

ODE VIII.

Hirmos. "HIM OF THE FATHER." (1) τὸν ἐν δυσὶ ταῖς οὐσίαις.

Of twofold natures, CHRIST, the Giver
Of immortality and love,

Ascendeth to the FATHER'S glory,
Ascendeth to the Throne above:
Wherefore He, this glorious morn,
Be by all ador'd:

Thou That liftest up our horn,
Holy art Thou, LORD!

S laves are set free, and captives ransom'd: The Nature that He made at first He now presenteth to the FATHER, The chains of her damnation burst : This the cause that He was born,

Adam's race restor❜d:

Thou That liftest up our horn,
Holy art Thou, LORD!

E mptied awhile of all His brightness,

He enter'd thus the glorious fight; O'erthrew the foe, mankind exalted Far above every Pow'r and Might: Therefore bare He pains and scorn, Calvary's heart-blood pour'd:Thou That liftest up our horn, Holy art Thou, LORD!

Catavasia.

Р raising the LORD they stood, the Martyr Three,

Untouch'd amidst the first, and wholly

free:

With them associate, let the world's wide frame

To Him Whose healing dew restrain'd the flame,

Send up the hymn of praise, and magnify His Name!

(1) I have specified this Hirmos, because the reader can see it by turning back to page 68.

ODE IX.

ὦ τῶν δωρεῶν.

Holy gift, surpassing comprehension! Wond'rous mystery of each fiery tongue! CHRIST made good His Promise in Ascension:

O'er the Twelve the cloven flames have hung!

S pake the LORD, or ere He left the Eleven:

"Here in Salem wait the Gift I send : Till the PARACLETE come down from

Heaven,

Everlasting Guide and Guard and
Friend."

0 that shame, now ended in that glory! Pain untold, now lost in joy unknown! Tell it out with praise, the whole glad story,

Human nature at the FATHER'S Throne!