Stand on thy watch-tower, Habakkuk the Seer,

And show the Angel, radiant in his light:

'Today,' saith he, 'Salvation shall appear,

'Because 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:

Behold our Pascha, beauteous from His rest,

The healing Sun of Righteousness arise.

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.