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John Damascene, 780

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Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine!

The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen!

Sion, exult! rejoice with joy divine,

Mother of GOD! Thy Son hath burst His prison!

O heavenly Voice! O word of purest love!

Lo! I am with you alway to the end!'

This is the anchor, steadfast from above,

The golden anchor, whence our hopes depend.

O CHRIST, our Pascha! greatest, holiest, best!

GOD's Word and Wisdom and effectual Might!

Thy fuller, lovelier presence manifest,

In that eternal realm, that knows no night!