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kai psalletai he Th? Ode

photizou photizou, he nea Hierousalem·

ho Heirmos

troparion

Shine forth, O new Jerusalem!

O Zion, shout with glee!

For now the glory of the Lord

Is risen upon thee;

O mother pure of God's own Son,

Rejoice -- His victory is won!

O dear and sweetest voice divine,

O Christ, Thou wilt befriend,

And lead Thy people safely on

E'en to their journey's end;

Thy faithful people hear Thy voice,

And in that steadfast hope rejoice.

O Christ, our sacred Paschal feast,

The Word, the might of God, --

His wisdom most ineffable

By Thee is shed abroad;

O may we feast on Thee for aye

In Thy blest realm of endless day.