Stand on thy watch-tower, Habakkuk the Seer,

And show the Angel, radiant in his light:

‘Today,’ saith he, ‘Salvation shall appear,

‘Because the LORD hath ris’n, as GOD of Might.’

The male that opes the Virgin’s womb is He;

The Lamb of Whom His faithful people eat;

Our truer Passover from blemish free;

Our very GOD, Whose name is all complete.

This yearling Lamb, our Sacrifice most blest,

Our glorious Crown, for all men freely dies:

Behold our Pascha, beauteous from His rest,

The healing Sun of Righteousness arise.

Before the ark, a type to pass away,

David of old time danced: we, holier race,

Seeing the Antitype come forth today,

Hail, with a shout, CHRIST’s own Almighty grace.