ODE IX.

φωτίζου, φωτίζου.

Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine!
The glory of the LORD on thee hath risen !
Sion, exult! rejoice with joy divine,

Mother of GOD! Thy Son hath burst His prison.

O Heavenly Voice! O word of purest love! Lo! I am with you alway to the end :' This is the anchor, steadfast from above, The golden anchor, whence our hopes depend.

O CHRIST, our Pascha! greatest, holiest,

best!

GOD'S Word and Wisdom and effectual

Might!

Thy fuller, lovelier presence manifest,

In that eternal realm, that knows no night!

S. THOMAS'S SUNDAY.

The three following Odes are the three first of our Saint's Canon for S. Thomas's Sunday, called also Renewal Sunday: with us Low Sunday.

ODE I.

ἄσωμεν πάντες λάοι.

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness!
GOD hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness:

Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.

'Tis the Spring of souls to-day:
CHRIST hath burst His prison;
And from three days' sleep in death,
As a sun, hath risen.

All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying

From His Light, to Whom we give Laud and praise undying.

Now the Queen of Seasons, bright

With the Day of Splendour,

With the royal Feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render :
Comes to glad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection

Welcomes, in unwearied strains,
JESU'S Resurrection.

Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst the Twelve

Thou didst stand, bestowing

That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

ODE III.

στερέωσόν με, Χριστέ.

On the rock of Thy commandments
Fix me firmly, lest I slide:
With the glory of Thy Presence
Cover me on every side;
Seeing none save Thee is holy,
GOD, for ever glorified!

New immortal out of mortal,
New existence out of old;

This the Cross of CHRIST accomplished,
This the Prophets had foretold :
So that we, thus newly quickened,
Might attain the heavenly fold.

Thou Who comprehendest all things,
Comprehended by the tomb,

Gav'st Thy Body to the graveclothes
And the silence and the gloom :

Till through fast-closed doors Thou camest
Thy Disciples to illume.

Every nail-print, every buffet,

Thou didst freely undergo,

As Thy Resurrection's witness

To the Twelve Thou cam'st to show: So that what they saw in vision,

Future years by faith might know.