Joseph begged Thy Holy Body from Pilate; /
He anointed it with sweet-smelling spices; /
He wrapped in in clean linen and laid it in his own new tomb; //
And early in the morning, the myrrhbearing women cried out /
|| “As Thou hast foretold O Christ, show us Thy Resurrection! ||
The choirs of angels are filled with awe, /
Seeing Him Who rests in the Father’s bosom laid in the tomb as dead /
Though He is immortal. The ranks of angels surround Him; //
Together with the dead in hell, they glorify Him as Creator and Lord!
Noble Joseph having taken Thy most pure body from the tree, /
Wrapped it in pure linen and anointing it with spices, //
He laid it in a new tomb.
|| Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, ||
Thou didst descend unto death O Life Immortal /
Then Thou didst conquer hell with the Light of Thy Divinity /
When Thou didst raise the dead from the nethermost region. /
All powers from the Heavens loudly cried //
O Lifegiver, Christ Our God glory to Thee.
|| Both now and forever and unto the ages of ages. Amen. ||
The angel stood before the myrrhbearing women and cried //
Spices are for the dead, //
But Christ has revealed Himself a stranger to corruption.