_Irmos._ It is the day of resurrection! Ye folk, be we enlightened! It is the Pascha, the Pascha of the Lord! For out of death to life, and unto heaven from earth Christ God hath led us forth, us, singing victory’s song. _Refrain._ Christ is risen from the dead! _This is said before every Troparion in all the Odes unless otherwise indicated._ _Troparion._ Let us the senses cleanse, and we shall see, in light accessless of the resurrection shining Christ, and we shall clearly hear him saying, Hail! we, singing victory’s song. _Troparion._ Let heaven, for ’tis meet, rejoice; and let the earth be glad; and let the world, all that unseen is and is seen, keep festival; for Christ is risen: joy eterne! _The Irmos is repeated, and they sing_, Christ is risen ... _the whole. And so after every Ode._ _Ode iii._ _Irmos._ Come, let us drink the beverage new, not that from barren rock in wondrous wise outpour’d; but incorruption’s fount, shower’d from the grave of Christ, in whom we stablish’d are. _Troparion._ Now fill’d is all with light, the heaven, the earth, yea, and the underworld. Then let the whole creation festal keep for Christ’s awake, whereby it stablish’d is. _Troparion._ I was entomb’d with thee, Christ, yesterday: to-day, at thine arising, I awake. With thee I yesterday was crucified: O Saviour, in thy kingdom me glorify with thee. _Hypacoë. Tone iv._ Preventing the dawn, and finding the stone rolled away from the grave, they that accompanied Mary from an angel heard, Why seek ye as a man among the dead him that in light accessless dwells? Behold the swathes of death! Hasten, and tell the world the Lord is risen, who slayeth death; for he is Son of God, who saves the race of men. _Ode iv._ _Irmos._ With us on watching tower divine may the inspired Abbacum stand, and show a radiant angel speaking plain, Salvation’s for the world to-day; for Christ, th’ almighty one, is risen. _Troparion._ Christ hath appeared as a male opening the Virgin’s womb. As mortal, he is call’d a lamb; as undefil’d by stain, our Pasch; and, as true God, he’s perfect nam’d. _Troparion._ As yearling lamb our blessed crown, even Christ, of his own will, as cleansing Pasch, was slain for all; and from the grave hath shin’d to us again, he, glorious Sun of righteousness. _Troparion._ David, divine forefather, leap’d, dancing the typical ark before; and, we, beholding types fulfill’d, be we divinely glad, we, holy folk of God; for Christ, th’ almighty one, is risen. _Ode v._ _Irmos._ In the deep dawn let us arise, and let us bring, instead of myrrh, the Lord a song, and we the Sun of righteousness shall see, Christ shining life to all. _Troparion._ They that were held by hades’ bonds when they thy boundless pity saw, hasten’d, O Christ, unto the light, praising, with joyful feet, th’ eternal Pasch.