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By thee the curse is gone, And death no terror brings; We cast his power beneath our feet, And rise to heavenly things.

IV

O s.h.i.+eld of our defence, And foe of all our foes; The glory of the saints of G.o.d, Their crown for all their woes.

V

Who follow Christ the Lord, Their beauty find in thee; Their harbour of salvation thou, Now and eternally.

Antiphon

{semeron kreumatai epi xylou ho en hydasi ten gen kreumasas}

_Triodion_, p. 401

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.

Apolutikion

(Of the Holy Apostle Thomas)

{esphragismenou tou mnematos}

_Pentecostarion_, p. 23

I

O Christ the G.o.d, Who art our life, Thou from the sealed tomb didst rise, And where Thy sad disciples mourned, Appeared to them with glad surprise.