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ODE IX.
10,11,10,11
John Damascene, 780
ϕωτιζου, ϕωτιζου.
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Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine!
The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen!
Sion, exult! rejoice with joy divine,
Mother of GOD! Thy Son hath burst His prison!
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O heavenly Voice! O word of purest love!
‘Lo! I am with you alway to the end!’
This is the anchor, steadfast from above,
The golden anchor, whence our hopes depend.
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O CHRIST, our Pascha! greatest, holiest, best!
GOD’s Word and Wisdom and effectual Might!
Thy fuller, lovelier presence manifest,
In that eternal realm, that knows no night!
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