Ode 4. The Irmos.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
**Theotokion.**
‘I heard your report, Lord, and was afraid: I knew your works and I was astounded, for the earth is full of your praise.’
Let the heavens rejoice, let all creation keep the feast: the Lord has risen and appeared to all his wise Apostles.
Your power, Death, was swallowed up, when Christ died: at his Rising as from bridal chambers the dead have come from the graves.
Why do you lament, O women? Why seek the immortal with spices? He has risen as he said, the Angel cried to the Myrrhbearers.
To the woman of Samaria, when she asked, Lord, you gave water, the knowledge of your might; therefore for all ages she will never thirst as she sings your praise.
O Trinity beyond being, Father, Word and divine Spirit, identical in power, together without beginning, save us all, who in faith sing your praise.
The lawgiver saw you as a bush unburned: Daniel recognised you as a holy mountain, O Sovereign Lady, only Virgin-mother.
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.