Ꮓ

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. (1)

Hirmos. HIM OF THE FATHER.

τὸν ἐν δυσὶ ταῖς οὐσίαις.

f 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 fire, 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 71.

ODE IX.

ὦ τῶν δωρεῶν.

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

S

O'er the Twelve the cloven flames have hung!

pake the LORD, or ere He left the Eleven:

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

Heav'n,

Everlasting Guide and Guard and
Friend."

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

Human nature at the FATHER's throne!

Catavasia.

D

eclare, ye Angel Bands that dwell on high,

How saw ye Him, the Victor, drawing nigh?

What strange new visions burst upon your sight?

One in the Form of Man, That claims by right

The very throne of Gon, the unapproached Light!

E ternal!

Exaposteilarion.

After Thine own will

Thou born in time would'st be :

After the self-same counsel still

Was Thine Epiphany:

Thou in our flesh didst yield Thy breath,

Immortal GOD, for man:

Thou by Thy death didst conquer Death,

Through Thine Almighty plan.

Thou, rising Victor to the sky,

Fill'st Heav'n and earth above:

And send'st the Promise from on high,
The SPIRIT of Thy Love!