by St. John of Damascus
'Tis the day of resurrection,-
Earth, tell it out abroad,-
The passover of gladness,
The passover of God.
From death to life eternal,
From this world to the sky,
Our Christ has brought us over,
With hymns of victory.
Our hearts be pure form evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection-light,
And, listening to his accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own "All hail!" and, hearing,
May raise the victor-strain.
Now let the heavens be joyful,
Let earth her song begin,
Let the round world keep triumph
And all that is therein,
Invisible and visible,
Their notes let all things blend;
For Christ the Lord hath risen,
Our joy that hath no end.
He is risen! He is risen indeed!
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