31 Antiphon
σήμερον κρευμᾶται ἐπι ξύλου ὁ ἐν ὕδασι τήν γῆν κρευμάσας
Triodion, p. 401
6,6,6,6
32 | I Come, mortals, come behold! He hangs upon the tree, Who made the rolling sea The new formed earth uphold. | | II See! He is crowned with thorns, The King of angels great, Who in His high estate A glorious crown adorns. | | III Derided, see Him wear A robe of purple dye, Who robes the noon-day sky With clouds that float on air. | | IV The Bridegroom of the Bride, The Son of Virgin born— With nails His hands are torn, With cruel spear His side. | |