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ODE V.

νεκρώσας τὸν θάνατον.

ow that Death by death hath found its ending,

Thou dost call to Thee Thy lov'd

Eleven;

And from holy Olivet ascending

On a cloud art carried up to Heaven.

O that wondrous Birth! that wondrous Rising!

That more wondrous mounting to

the sky!

So Elias, earthly things despising,

In a fiery chariot went on high.

Р arted from Him, still they watch'd His going :

'Why stand gazing thus?' the Angel

said:

"This same JESUS, all His glory showing,

'Shall return to judge the quick and

dead.'

Catavasia.

Q uicken'd and cleans'd, receive remission

new

In the descending SPIRIT's fiery dew, Sons of the Church, and light-formed generation!

For lo! the law goes forth from Sion's
nation,

The cloven tongues of flame, the
PARACLETE's salvation!

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ODE VI.

ῥανάτωσαν ἡμῖν ἄνωθεν.

ain down, ye heav'ns, eternal bliss!
The Cherub-cloud to-day

Bears JESUS where His Father is,
Along the starry way!

un der'd of old were Heav'n and Earth:
But Thou, Incarnate King!

Hast made them one by that Thy Birth,
And this Thy triumphing.

'Thy victor-raiment, wherefore red?
What mean the marks of pain
That print Thy form?'-the Angels said,
The ascending Monarch's train,

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Catavasia.

ery Oblation, by the scourges torn! Nailed to the bitter Cross, O Virginborn!

As once the Prophet from the monster's

maw,

So now Thy love, accomplishing the Law, Adam from utter death to perfect Life would draw.

Oicos.

τὰ τῆς γῆς ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς.

Things of the earth in the earth will we lay,
Ashes with ashes, the dust with the clay :
Lift up the heart, and the eye, and the love,
Lift up thyself, to the regions above:
Since the Immortal hath entered of late,
Mortals may pass at the Heavenly gate.—
Stand we on Olivet: mark Him ascend,
Whose is the glory and might without end;
There, with His own ones, the Giver of Good
Blessing them once more, a little while stood.
"Nothing can part us,-nor distance, nor
foes;-

Lo! I am for you, and who can oppose?"

ODE VII.

φωτεινή σε, φῶς.

W afting Him up on high,

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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!