{metemorphôthês en tô orei Christe ho Theos,} {deixas tois mathêtais sou tên doxan sou, kathôs êdynanto.} _Transfiguration_, August 6 I When on the mount the Lord appeared Transfigured to the sight, His countenance was like the sun, His raiment glistened white. II But dull the minds, and dark the eyes, On whom such glory shone; They saw not God upon the mount, They saw but man alone. III And when the dark and cloudy days Of death and sorrow came, What were their thoughts of Him who hung Upon the cross of shame? IV They knew not that the God of Life An offering yielded there, And of His will endured for all The load of sin He bare. V Lord, to the mount where Thou art seen In all Thy glory bright, Thy servants now would wend their way To gaze upon the Light, VI And there behold, in glory clad, The Light to mortals given, That in the night that hid the cross, Shone with the light of heaven. {Idou, ho basileus sou erchetai.} Palm Sunday I Behold, the King of Zion rides, But not in vain array; The people wave their goodly palms, With garments strew the way; And loud hosannas fill the air From crowds that, surging, throng; 'Tis meet to honour Him Who rides With cheer, and shout, and song. II O Zion, of your God beloved, The day of strife is nigh, Yet comes He not with armour clad, And sword upon His thigh; The weapons of your mighty King No other hand could wield, The might of God is in His arm, The will of God His shield. III See, on the cross, without the wall, The King Immortal dies; Not now hosannas fill the air,-- The shouts of hell arise; But in that hour of triumph, deemed, Satanic might is slain, For He Who bows the head in death, Shall rise to life again. IV O Zion, hail your mighty King, Your palms around Him wave, And strew your garments in the way Of Him Who rides to save; And when He mounts His regal throne, By bloody conflict won, Give homage to the King of heaven, God's One Eternal Son. {agallesthô ta drymou.} Elevation of the Cross Menaeon, Sept. 14 I