Ode 1: Come, ye faithful, raise the strain

7,6,7,6

John Damascene

aswmen panteV laoi.

"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."

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'Tis the Spring, of souls today;

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 lad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection

Welcomes, in unwearied strains,

JESU's Resurrection.

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Neither might the gates of death,

Nor the tomb's dark portal,

Nor the watchers, nor the seal,

Hold Thee as a mortal:

But today amidst the Twelve

Thou didst stand, bestowing

That Thy peace, which evermore

Passeth human knowing.

Catavasia "'Tis the day of Resurrection." (p. 95.)

[No. 2 in Mr. Sedding's book. A genuine Easter melody.]