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Ode Z?

ho paidas ek kaminou rhusamenos

ho Heirmos

troparion

He who in the fiery furnace

Kept from harm the faithful three,

Suffering in our mortal nature,

Decks with life mortality, --

Him, our fathers' God, we praise,

Blest and glorious always.

Holy women bearing ointments,

Sought the mortal, bathed in tears;

But their sorrow changed to gladness,

For the Living God appears;

And they tell the news abroad

Of the risen Son of God.

Now we celebrate the triumph,

Death and Hades overthrown,

Earnest of a life unending;

All the glory is Thine own;

God, our fathers' God, we praise,

Blest and glorious always.

Hallowed feast of holy gladness!

Night that waits salvation's birth,

Till the Resurrection morning

Breaks with splendour on the earth,

And eternal light is poured

By the Christ from death restored.