tr., John Brownlie 8,6,8,6 kai ten phloginen rhomphaian (kontakion) I No longer now at Eden's gate The fiery weapon gleams, But from the Cross that leads to life A light alluring streams. II And now the power of Death is gone, His sting is torn away; Grim Hades can no longer claim His silent victory. III For Thou, O Saviour, didst descend Where darkness brooding lies, And bad'st the souls in bondage held Return to Paradise. |