Let us rise in early morning, And, instead of ointments, bring Hymns of praises to our Master, And His Resurrection sing: We shall see the Sun of Justice Risen with healing on His wing. Thy unbounded loving-kindness, They that groaned in Hades’ chain, Prisoners, from afar beholding, Hasten to the light again And to that eternal Pascha Wove the dance and raised the strain. Go ye forth, His Saints, to meet Him! Go with lamps in every hand! From the sepulchre He riseth: Ready for the Bridegroom stand: And the Pascha of salvation Hail, with His triumphant band.