I

Blessed art Thou, O Christ, our G.o.d, Who to Thy followers gav'st The wisdom they have shed abroad By which the world Thou sav'st.

II

Thou gav'st to them the Holy Ghost As Thou hadst promise given, When came the day of Pentecost, As breath of G.o.d from heaven.

III

And now by them, Thy faithful few, The world Thou gatherest in,-- As by the net those fishers drew,-- From all the woes of sin.

IV

To Thee, O Father, glory be, To Thee, O Christ, the Son, And to the Spirit, One in Three, While endless ages run.

Theotokion

{to ap' aionos apokryphon}

_Triodion_, p. 469

I

O Mystery, hidden from the world Through all the ages past-- Even to the angel hosts unknown-- Is manifest at last; And thou, Theotokos, hast given Incarnate G.o.d, from highest heaven.

II

G.o.d in His fulness wears our flesh, And from our sin and loss Redeemed us by His pain and death Upon the awful Cross.

Save us, through Him who cast away The bands of death, we humbly pray.

Ode VI. of Cosmas The Monk.

Troparia

{ek tou Pneumatos sou}

_Pentecostarion_, p. 190

I

Even as thou said'st, O Christ, The Holy Spirit came, And now our hearts possess The knowledge of Thy name.

II

For Thou hast richly poured Thy Spirit on our race, To teach the Father's will, And magnify Thy grace.

III

Forth from the Father, Thou Cam'st to our human needs, And from that Source of Life The Holy Ghost proceeds.

IV

All glory to our G.o.d, And to the Christ, His Son, And to the Holy Ghost, Eternal Three in One.

Theotokion

{chaire kecharitomene Theotoke Parthene}

{Men Septembrios}, p. 4

I

Hail, full of grace, Virgin Theotokos, Harbour of all who on the billows toss; Refuge of those who helpless seek Thy grace, Hopeless and sin-stained of our fallen race.

II

From thee the Lord Incarnate came to free Those who are held in bands of misery.

Hail! Virgin Mother, for alone thou art Blessed for ever, by each human heart.

III

Say to the Christ that strife of sin should cease, That to this world should come the bliss of peace.

Hail! full of grace, Virgin to thee be praise, Now and for ever through the endless days.

Hirmos

(Ode VI. from the poem of Cosmas the Monk)

{naution to salo ton biotikon melematon}

_Pentecostarion_, p. 190