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Hymns from the East: Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the Holy Eastern ChurchBrownlie, John

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Hymns from the East: Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the Holy Eastern Church

Name: Hymns from the East: Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the Holy Eastern Church
Author: Brownlie, John

Brownlie, John

Hymns, Greek -- Translations into English; Orthodox Eastern Church -- Hymns

IV

    O, brighter than that glorious morn,
      Shall this fair morning be,
    When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
      And we His face shall see.

                                    V

    The King shall come when morning dawns,
      And earth's dark night is past;--
    O, haste the rising of that morn,
      That day that aye shall last.

                                   VI

    And let the endless bliss begin,
      By weary saints foretold,
    When right shall triumph over wrong,
      And truth shall be extolled.

                                   VII

    The King shall come when morning dawns,
      And light and beauty brings;--
    Hail! Christ the Lord; Thy people pray
      Come quickly, King of kings.




                                    I

    Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
    And I am needy, poor, and blind,
    And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
    Enrich me daily, more and more.

                                   II

    I have no food my soul to feed,
    Be Thou my Bread of Life indeed;
    My parched spirit sighs, O give
    The stream of Life that I may live.

                                   III

    My filthy raiment I disown,
    Clothe with Thy righteousness alone,
    And I shall walk approved by Thee,
    Clad in Thy robe of purity.

                                   IV

    I have no strength; in evil hour
    I fall beneath temptation's power;
    Be Thou my strength, and I shall stand
    Upheld by Thine outstretched hand.

                                    V

    I cannot see the path to tread,
    And blindly by my sins am led;
    Come to my blindness, give me sight
    That I may shape my course aright.

                                   VI

    I cannot live if Thou deny
    The prayer uplifted with my cry;
    I cannot die,--in mercy give
    Thy grace, that I may die or live.

                                   VII

    Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
    And I am needy, poor, and blind;
    And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
    Enrich me daily, more and more.




                                    I

    Because Thy mercy is so great,
    Lord, think upon my needy state,
    And deign to give the help I need,--
    The Bread of Life my soul to feed.

                                   II

    They cannot live whose souls are fed
    On what this foolish world calls bread;
    For lack of food the spirit sighs,
    And, weak and weary, faints and dies.

                                   III

    O may the hidden manna give
    The strength I need that I may live;
    And may that life be spent for Thee
    Who came and lived on earth for me.

                                   IV

    O Jesus Christ, the living Bread,
    Now at the table Thou hast spread,
    Think of me in my utmost need,
    And let me on Thy bounties feed.




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Hymns from the East: Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the Holy Eastern Church

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