Ode 4. Irmos.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
Seeing you, the Sun of justice, lifted up on the Cross, the Church stands in her array and fittingly cries out, ‘Glory to your power, O Lord!’
The Church is sprinkled, not with the slaughter of beasts, but with your precious Blood which came from your life-bearing side, as fittingly she cries, ‘Glory to your power, O Lord.’
The tabernacles of the Lord, beloved of those who long to see the glory of your face unveiled, cry out in harmony, ‘Glory to your power, O Lord.’
In an image of the anointing of your chosen people, the Church is anointed today as she receives invisibly the most precious myron, the divine grace of the Spirit.
You conceived without wedlock, O Virgin, and after child-birth you appeared again a virgin, therefore with never silent voices and undoubting faith we cry, ‘Hail! to you, Sovereign Lady.’
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.