XIII. Blessed art thou, O Lord: O teach me thy statutes.
The angelic counsel was amaz’d, seeing thee number’d with the dead, thee, Saviour, who hast overthrown the might of death, hast raised Adam with thyself, and freed all from hades.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
Why, O disciples, do ye mix the myrrh with pitying tears? exclaim’d the angel standing nigh the grave to them that bore the myrrh. See ye the grave, and understand; for risen from the grave the Saviour is.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
They that bore myrrh made haste at early morn lamenting to thy grave, but an angel stood before them, and he said, The time for lamentation is gone by, weep not, but tell the resurrection the apostles.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
The ointment-bearing women as they came with myrrh unto thy grave, O Saviour, wail’d; but an angel spake with them, and said, Why reckon ye the living with the dead? for he is risen from the grave as God.
Glory to the Father....
Let us adore the Father, and his Son, also the Holy Ghost, the Holy Trinity in substance one, exclaiming with the seraphim, Thou holy, holy, holy art, O Lord.