to bear
The burden that His love imposed;
And all our lot of sorrow share,
Until the day in darkness closed.

III

Ah! angels hailed that morning bright,
And in the heavens their carols sung;
But God Himself was hid in night,
When sin and death their arrows flung.

IV

But not to sink beneath their power,
The God-man girt Him for the fray;
And from the darkness of that hour,
There sprang the light of endless day.

V

And wounded souls the triumph knew;
Fresh courage to the faint was given;
And e'en the dead to life anew,
Rose in the glorious might of heaven.

VI

For sin was crushed, and death was slain;--
All hail, the great victorious Son,
Who mounts the throne of heaven again,
To rule the kingdom He has won.

{Christos ho Basileus.}

I

Now the King Immortal
Comes to claim His own,--
Shepherds at their watch by night,
Hail the glory of the light--
They, and they alone.

II

Heralds from the heaven-land,
Tell His Advent clear;--
Where the sound of hurrying feet?
Where the crowds come forth to greet?
Where the loyal cheer?

III

Angels, on the night winds
Have their carols thrown,--
Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet,
Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet,
Theirs, and theirs, alone.

IV

Ah, the silent night hours,
Ah, the slumberers, prone,--
Mortals wake, arise, adore,
Angels, shepherds, honours pour,
They, and they, alone.

V

Jesu, King Immortal,
Mount thy rightful throne;
Loyal hearts their plaudits pour,
Heavenly choirs in songs adore,
They, not they alone.

{Augoustou monarchesantos epi tes ges,}

{he polyarchia ton anthropon epausato.}

_By Cassia the Recluse._

Menaeon Dec. 25.

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When o'er the world Augustus reigned,
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