Today is hung upon the Tree, He who suspended the earth amid the waters.
A crown of thorns crowns Him, Who is the King of Angels.
He is wrapped in the purple of mockery, Who wrapped the heavens with clouds.
He is buffeted with blows, Who freed Adam in the Jordan.
He is transfixed with nails, Who is the Bridegroom of the Church.
He is pierced with a lance, Who is the Virgin’s Son.
We worship Your Passion, O Christ, Show us also Your glorious Resurrection.
We chant that at Holy Friday Matins, when the body is nailed to the cross, and we prostrate ourselves before it.
Arise, O God, and judge the earth! For to Thee shall come all the Nations!