ασωμεν παντες λαοι.
Catavasia “‘Tis the day of Resurrection.”
“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.”
’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 glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes, in unwearied strains,
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.
[No. 2 in Mr. Sedding’s book. A genuine Easter melody.]