Ode 3. Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

Kontakion of Easter. Tone 8. Model melody.

’Come let us drink a new drink, not one marvellously brought forth from a barren rock, but the Source of incorruption, which springs up from the tomb of Christ, in whom we are established’.

Of the Blind Man. The Irmos.

Now all things are filled with light, both heaven and earth and those beneath the earth: so let all creation sing Christ’s rising, by which it is established.

Yesterday I was buried with you, O Christ, to-day I rise with you as you arise: yesterday I was crucified with you, glorify me with you, Saviour, in your Kingdom.

oly one, to-day I return to life undefiled through the goodness of him who was born from you and whose brightness blazes to all the ends of the earth.

Seeing God, whom you conceived in the flesh, rising from the dead as he said, O holy one, dance; and magnify him as God, O Most Pure.

Long-suffering Lord, you made firm the hearts of those who are shaken when you shook the earth, by your hallowed Crucifixion, which you underwent in the flesh.

The noble Joseph laid you in a new tomb, O merciful; but you arose from the dead on the third day, renewing us all.

Why do you seek the Lord as a corpse? He has risen as he said, cried the Angel to the women, dazzling with his godlike form.

You once cured a man blind from birth who came to you, All-merciful, glorifying your dispensation and your wonders.

We worship God, Father without beginning, Son and divine Spirit, triple uncreated, three-personned nature, one God of all.

You gave birth from a virgin womb to God incarnate; implore him, all-holy Lady, to have pity on us.

By the power of your Cross, O Christ, make firm my mind to hymn and glorify your saving Assumption.

Though you descended into the tomb, O Immortal, yet you destroyed the power of Hell; and you arose as victor, O Christ God, calling to the Myrrh-bearing women: Rejoice! and giving peace to your Apostles, O you who grant resurrection to the fallen.

Kathisma. Tone 8.

The Master and maker of all things, as he passed along found a Blind Man sitting by the way, lamenting and saying: ‘Never in my life have I seen the sun shining or the moon shedding its light; therefore I cry out to you, born of a Virgin to enlighten the universe: Enlighten me, as you are compassionate, that falling down I may cry to you: Master Christ God, grant me forgiveness of my offences through the multitude of your mercy, only lover of mankind’. (**Twice).**