If any of the hymns contained in this volume should touch the heart of anyone who reads them, or, better still, at any future time, sings them, may he, as he remembers the source from which they have come, think reverently and sympathetically of the struggling Church of the East. HYMNS FROM THE EAST MORNING I Now, God of Light, the morn appears, And life revives, and beauty glows; The night has gone with all its fears, And lo! the light in brightness grows. II Thine be the glory, God of Light, For all the joy from morn that springs; O may a morn dispel each night, And bless our lives with beauteous things. III Give us this day the light that dwells In every heart Thy presence fills; That night with all its fears dispels, And life, and hope, and joy instils. IV Then shall our nights no darkness bring, But morn, bright morn, for ever shine; And when night spreads her dusky wings, More bright shall be the light divine. V All praise to Thee, the God of Light; All praise to Christ, the glorious Son; And to the Spirit, Lord of might, Now, and while endless ages run. I Up, up, my soul! with gladness rise, And greet the ever-brightening skies. The morn hath come, sweet morn, awake! And from thy pinions slumber shake. II Pure as the morn God's presence shines; Love like its beams, thy life entwines; Richer the gifts thy God bestows Than morning beauty can disclose. III Sweet as the breath that fans the bowers, And stirs the leaves and opening flowers, Comes with the morn, the breath divine To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine. IV O Thou, the Morn, the Light, the Sun, With Thee be every day begun; Brightness shall clothe my life always, And fill my soul with grateful praise. V Glory to Thee, O Christ! my Lord, Light of my soul, Incarnate Word! Come with the morn, abide alway, And cheer my course to endless day. I The saffron tints appear, The morning comes--'tis here. Wipe slumber from thine eyes, Behold the sun arise! II Clad in his garb of gold, Bright as he shone of old; Beams o'er the heavens extend, Shafts from his orb descend. III Sun, that in morning light Rises, nor sinks in night, Shine in my soul alway, Make there an endless day.