The Cross of the death I deserved has been carried
by Jesus outside the city, and He carried it safely away
from my soul. Then, having died on it, He was buried
in a borrowed tomb: but upon the Third and Glorious Day,
Glorious Pascha, He rose, walked from that tomb, leaving it emptily
gaping. Now, the accumulation of sin and all my sordid perfidy
shall not wrest me from His grasp, nor impose damnation
on me; nor disrupt my enjoyment of Salvation.
Starward-Led