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John Damascene, 780

orthrisomen orthrou batheos.

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.

Go ye forth, His Saints, to meet Him!

Go with lamps in every hand!

From the sepulchre He riseth:

Ready for the Bridegroom stand:

And the Pascha of salvation

Hail, with His triumphant band.