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8,6,8,6+10,10,10,10,10,10
ranatwsan hmin anwqen,
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Rain down, ye heav'ns, eternal bliss! The Cherub-cloud today Bears JESUS where His Father is, Along the starry way! |
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Sundered of old were Heaven and Earth: But Thou, Incarnate King! Hast made them one by that Thy Birth, And this Thy triumphing. |
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'Thy victor-raiment, wherefore red? What mean the marks of pain That print Thy form?'--the Angels said, The ascending Monarch's train. |
Catavasia.
Very Oblation, by the scourges torn! Nailed to the bitter Cross, O Virgin-born! 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.
ta thV ghV epi thV ghV.
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Vanities earthly in 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?" |