That which follows is the "Glorious old

Hymn of Victory."

ODE I.

ἀναστάσεως ἡμέρα.

'Tis the Day of Resurrection:
Earth! tell it out abroad!

The Passover of Gladness!
The Passover of GOD!
From Death to Life Eternal,-
From earth unto the sky,

Our CHRIST hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.

Our hearts be pure from evil,

That we may see aright
The LORD in rays eternal

Of Resurrection-Light:
And, listening to His accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own-All Hail!-and hearing,
May raise the victor strain!

Now let the Heav'ns be joyful!
Let earth her song begin!

Let the round world keep triumph,

And all that is therein :

Invisible and visible

Their notes let all things blend,For CHRIST the LORD hath risen,Our Joy That hath no end.

ODE III.

Δεῦτε πόμα πίωμεν.

Come and let us drink of that New River, Not from barren Rock divinely poured, But the Fount of Life that is for ever

From the Sepulchre of CHRIST the LORD.

All the world hath bright illumination,— Heav'n and Earth and things beneath the earth:

'Tis the Festival of all Creation:

CHRIST hath ris'n, Who gave Creation birth.

Yesterday with Thee in burial lying,
Now to-day with Thee aris'n I rise;
Yesterday the partner of Thy dying,
With Thyself upraise me to the skics.

ODE IV.

ἐπὶ τῆς θέιας φυλακής.

Stand on thy watch-tower, Habakkuk the Seer,

And show the Angel, radiant in his light:
To-day, saith he, Salvation shall appear,
Beeause the LORD hath ris'n, as GOD of
Might.

The male that opes the Virgin's womb is HE;
The Lamb of Whom His faithful people eat;
Our truer Passover from blemish free;
Our very GOD, Whose Name is all complete.

This yearling Lamb, our sacrifice most blest,
Our glorious Crown, for all men freely dies:
Our cleansing Pascha, beauteous from His
rest,

Behold the Sun of Righteousness arise.

Before the ark, a type to pass away,

David of old time danced: we, holier race,
Seeing the Antitype come forth to-day,
Hail with a shout, CHRIST's Own Almighty

grace.

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, His 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.