ODE V.

ὀρθρίσωμεν ὄρθρου βαθέος.

Let us rise in early morning,
And, instead of ointments, bring,
Hymns of praises to our Master,
And His Resurrection sing:

We shall see the Sun of Justice
Risen with healing on His wing.

Thy unbounded loving-kindness,
They that groaned in Hades' chain,
Prisoners, from afar beholding,
Hasten to the light again;

And to that eternal Pascha

Wove the dance and raised the strain.

Go ye forth, Hiз Saints, to meet Him!
Go with lamps in every hand!
From the sepulchre He riseth :

Ready for the Bridegroom stand ;

And the Pascha of salvation

Hail, with His triumphant band.

ODE VI.

κατῆλθες ἐν τοῖς κατωτάτοις.

Into the dim earth's lowest parts descending, And bursting by Thy might the infernal

chain

That bound the prisoners, Thou, at three days' ending

As Jonah from the whale, hast risen again.

Thou brakest not the seal, Thy surety's token,

Arising from the tomb, Who left'st in

birth

The portals of virginity unbroken,

And op'st the gates of heaven to sons of earth.

Thou, Sacrifice ineffable and living,

Didst to the FATHER, by Thyself atone As GOD eternal resurrection giving

To Adam, general parent, by Thine own.

ODE VII.

Ὁ παῖδας ἐκ καμίνου.

Who from the fiery furnace saved the Three, Suffers as mortal; that, His passion o'er, This mortal, triumphing o'er death, might be

Vested with immortality once more.

He Whom our fathers still confest
GOD over all, for ever blest.

The women with their ointment seek the

tomb,

And Whom they mourned as dead, with many a tear,

They worship now, joy dawning on their gloom,

As Living GOD, as mystic Passover; Then to the LORD'S Disciples gave The tidings of the vanquished grave.

We keep the festal of the death of death: Of hell o'erthrown: the first-fruits pure and bright,

Of life eternal; and with joyous breath

Praise Him that won the victory by His might:

Him Whom our fathers still confessed
GOD over all, for ever blest.

All hallowed festival, in splendour born! Night of salvation and of glory! Night Fore-heralding the Resurrection morn! When from the tomb the everlasting Light, A glorious frame once more His own, Upon the world in splendour shone.

ODE VIII.

αὕτη ἡ κλητή.

Thou hallowed chosen morn of praise,
That best and greatest shinest!
Lady and Queen and Day of days,
Of things divine, divinest!

On thee our praises CHRIST adore,
For ever and for evermore.

Come, let us taste the vine's new fruit
For heavenly joy preparing:
To-day the branches with the Root
In Resurrection sharing :

Whom as True GOD our hymns adore
For ever and for evermore.

Rise, Sion, rise, and looking forth,
Behold thy children round thee!

From East and West, and South and North,
Thy scatter'd sons have found thee!
And in thy bosom CHRIST adore,

For ever and for evermore!