tou lithou sphragisthentos hupo ton Ioudaion
tr., John Brownlie
O come and let us worship Christ, --
Ye people bow before Him,
Who from the dead a Victor rose, --
Sing praises and adore Him.
The stone was sealed upon the tomb,
And soldiers guard were keeping,
Where in the cold embrace of death
The Christ of God was sleeping.
Shone in the east the morning star,
The hills with light were glowing,
The Christ arose, upon the world
His light and life bestowing.
Wherefore from highest heaven the powers --
Their songs of victory blending, --
Give glory to our Mighty Lord,
And to His reign unending.