7.6.7.6

ergo Soter mou deiknueis, hoti su ei he panton anastasis.

From the Office of the Burial of a Priest

I

Thou art our Resurrection,

O Jesus Christ the Lord;

Who call'st the dead from hades,

By Thy commanding word;

II

Then fetters strong are sundered,

And prison gates undone;

And light illumes the darkness

As by the rising sun.

III

Thou from the grave at Beth'ny,

When wept the sisters twain,

Didst raise the mourned-for brother,

Whom death had ruthless slain.

IV

'Twas from a sleep Thou call'dst him,

As when the daylight breaks,

And morning whispers gently,

And man from slumber wakes.

V

O gentle name to give it --

"He is not dead but sleeps" --

For death has no dominion,

O'er those whom Jesus keeps.

VI

Thou art our Resurrection,

O Jesus Christ the Lord;

And Thou from sleep wilt bring us,

According to Thy word.

VII

All glory, laud, and honour,

To Jesus Christ be given,

By mortals and immortals,

Who dwell in earth and heaven.