Part 4 (1/2)

I

Blessed art Thou, O Christ, our G.o.d, Who to Thy followers gav'st The wisdom they have shed abroad By which the world Thou sav'st.

II

Thou gav'st to them the Holy Ghost As Thou hadst promise given, When came the day of Pentecost, As breath of G.o.d from heaven.

III

And now by them, Thy faithful few, The world Thou gatherest in,-- As by the net those fishers drew,-- From all the woes of sin.

IV

To Thee, O Father, glory be, To Thee, O Christ, the Son, And to the Spirit, One in Three, While endless ages run.

Theotokion

{to ap' aionos apokryphon}

_Triodion_, p. 469

I

O Mystery, hidden from the world Through all the ages past-- Even to the angel hosts unknown-- Is manifest at last; And thou, Theotokos, hast given Incarnate G.o.d, from highest heaven.

II

G.o.d in His fulness wears our flesh, And from our sin and loss Redeemed us by His pain and death Upon the awful Cross.

Save us, through Him who cast away The bands of death, we humbly pray.

Ode VI. of Cosmas The Monk.

Troparia

{ek tou Pneumatos sou}

_Pentecostarion_, p. 190

I

Even as thou said'st, O Christ, The Holy Spirit came, And now our hearts possess The knowledge of Thy name.