I lift my hands, and with my heart, 115 Arise, my soul, and gaily sing, 117 The King shall come when morning dawns, 119 Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind, 121 Because Thy mercy is so great, 123 I cannot lift mine eyes, 125 When at Thy feet oppressed, 127 Because I was brought low, 129 O God of Life, in Whom we live, 131 By Thine own hand the gift was given, 133 Lord, Thou art good and kind, 134 O Lord of Life, when mortals call, 136 I wandered sore distressed, 138 God sent me to the desert wild, 140 INTRODUCTION This fourth series of Hymns from the Office Books of The Holy Eastern Church, differs from the preceding three in this, that the hymns are less translations or renderings, and more centos and suggestions. One cannot continue long to interest himself in any work, and receive from time to time the observations and criticisms of his fellows, without, if he have his eyes and mind open to receive impressions, feeling himself impelled to alter his methods in some particular or other. In previous volumes the author has been careful to give, for the most part, carefully executed--that is to say, truthfully rendered translations from the originals. Work of that kind is useful, and absolutely necessary for certain purposes; but, unless for the hymnologist, or for the liturgiologist, it is far from being attractive. To be true, renderings can hardly be graceful, and they must lack much of the literary charm which attaches itself to productions which are more untrammelled. Hence, unless, as has been said, to the few who are specialists, translations are not much in favour. They have earned a reputation, and that reputation adheres to them: they are cold and uninspiring. Such is their reputation, not always just, but who can say that it has not, on the whole, been earned?