Текст песни Тебе одеющагося светом, яко ризою - Хор Сретенского монастыря

Voice 5
For you, clothed with light, like a robe, take Joseph off the tree with Nicodemus and, seeing the dead naga unburied, we will perceive a merciful cry, weeping, saying: alas for me, Sweetest Jesus! The sun on the Cross hung in the midst of the Cross, beholding it with darkness, and the earth trembled with fear, and the church veil was torn apart: but now I see Thee, for the sake of my will lifting death. How will I bury Thee, my God, or with what shroud? Which rukama will I touch your incorruptible Body? Or will I sing the cue of the song to Your exodus, Generous? I magnify Thy Passion, I sing hymns and Thy burial with the Resurrection, the call: Lord, glory to Thee.