We Love God!

‘Ράβδος έχ ττ^ς ρίζης. Rod of the Root of Jesse, Thou, Flower of Mary born, From that thick shady mountain Cam’st glorious forth this morn:

τψ Tzpd των αΙώνων, Him, of the Father’s very Essence Begotten, ere the world began, And, in the latter time, of Mary, Without a human

Χριστός Ytwarat’ δοξάααεη. ‘ Christ is born! Tell forth his fame! Christ from Heaven! His love proclaim! Christ on earth! Exalt his Name! Sing to

^0 Κύριος έρχεται. God comes! — and who shall stand before His fear? Who bide His Presence, when He draweth near? My soul, my soul,

μέγα τό μυστήριον. “Christ, we turn our eyes to Thee, And this mighty mystery! Habakkuk exclaimed of old, In the Holy Spirit bold, ‘Thou shalt

στερέωσαν με, Χριστέ, “On the rock of Thy commandments Fix me firmly, lest I slide: With the glory of Thy Presence Cover me on every

τάς έδρας τάς αΙωνΙας, Those eternal bowers Man hath never trod, Those unfading flowers Round the Throne of God: Who may hope to gain them

Aurora jam spargit polum. The dawn is sprinkling in the east Its golden shower, as day flows in; Fast mount the pointed shafts of light;

φωτίζοο^ φωτίζου. Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine! The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen Sion, exult! rejoice with joy divine, Mother of

‘0 πάΐδας έχ χαμίνου. Who from the fiery furnace saved the Three, Suffers as mortal; that, His passion o’er, This mortal, triumphing o’er death, might