John Brownlie (trans.) · 31 of 55
Stichera of the Resurrection
κύριε, ἐσφραγισμένου τοῦ τάφου
I When wicked hands had firmly sealed The silent tomb, Then cam'st Thou forth, O Christ, as from The Virgin's womb.
II Thine angels viewed With wondering gaze; And soldiers saw the empty tomb In strange amaze.
III Search they in vain, those mysteries lay In night concealed: The God-man and His rising were For ever sealed.
IV Yet to the humble who by faith Their Lord adore, Those mysteries fade before their sight For evermore.
V Grant us who sing those mysteries now A claim to praise; And let Thy mercy bless our lives, Now, and always.
