Ode 3.Irmos.

Of the Mother of God. The same Irmos.

Glory. Both now. **Same Tone.**

Both now. **Theotokion.**

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 Myrrhbearers. Irmos.

The choir of your disciples rejoices in harmony with the Myrrhbearing women, for they celebrate a common feast with them, to the glory and honour of your Resurrection, and through them we cry to you, ‘O Lord, who love mankind, grant to your people your great mercy’.

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, today I rise with you as you arise: yesterday I was crucified with you, glorify me with you, Saviour, in your Kingdom.

oly one, today I return to life undefiled, through the goodness of the One born from you and whose brightness shines to all the ends of the earth.

Seeing God, whom your conceived in the flesh, rising from the dead as he said, dance pure Maiden, and magnify him as God, O Immaculate.

When you nailed your palms to the Cross, O Jesu, and gathered in all the nations from error, you invited them to knowledge of you, O Saviour.

The Jewish people cried out to Pilate, ‘Release for me the wicked thief. As for the Sinless One, away with him, away with him, crucify him’.

When you were crucified, O Christ, the light grew dark, the earth was shaken and many dead rose from the tomb through fear of your might.

Standing by the Cross, O Jesu, your Ewe-lamb cried out with lamentation, ‘Where are you going, my Son? Where are you departing, Lamb who is slain for all?’

I worship your Cross, I praise your Burial, I honour your sufferings, O Jesu, the nails in your hands, the lance and the Resurrection.

You arose, O Jesu; the enemy was despoiled, Adam, and Eve with him, was delivered from bonds and corruption by your Resurrection.

When you arose, O Christ, the bars and gates of Hell were smashed, and the bonds of death immediately untied, through fear of your might.

Joseph, who received God, come, stand with us and cry, ‘He has risen, Jesus the redeemer, who raised Adam in his compassion!’

Let the twelve Disciples rejoice with us, with the Myrrhbearing women, with Joseph and Christ’s other Disciples, men and women.

With the Father I worship and praise the Son and the right Spirit, the one Nature, separating the Persons and uniting the Essence.

Blessed are you, holy Lady from the root of Jesse. From you according to the flesh sprang Christ, the rod and the flower, for our sake.

Come let us drink. ****

Kathisma. Tone 2.

Seeking things on high.

Lovingly bringing spices to your tomb, O Saviour, the women rejoiced in soul at the radiance of the Angel. They proclaimed you God of all, and cried out to the Disciples: ‘The Life of all has risen from the tomb indeed.’