Hymns from the Greek Office Books: Together with Centos and Suggestions — John Shaqi
Hymns from the Greek Office Books: Together with Centos and SuggestionsBrownlie, John
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Hymns from the Greek Office Books: Together with Centos and Suggestions
Brownlie, John
Hymns, Greek -- Translations into English; Orthodox Eastern Church -- Hymns
And eyes reflect the beauty,
And hearts responding glow;
For only they who see Thee
Can in Thy likeness grow.
{kai klausomen, kai praxomen}
I
I have no tears to shed,
For grief my soul hath none;
My heart hath never bled,
For ought that I have done;
I weep not when I hear Thee say
That sin hath carried me away.
II
I have no tears to shed;
Wilt Thou not touch my heart,
And bid sin's wounds run red,
And throb with bitter smart?--
Then shall I lift my prayer and say,
"Lord, take my many sins away."
III
For Thou, O Lord, dost will
That all should seek Thy face,
That Thou mayest well fulfil
The promise of Thy grace.
Who ever sought Thy love in vain,
Or failed Thy pardon to obtain?
{pyripnoon dexasthe pneumatos droson}
I
Thy love hath sweetened me,--
Thy love, O Christ, divine,
And by Thy favour Thou hast changed
This wilful heart of mine.
II
Now by Thy Spirit's fire,
Consume my sins, I pray,
And in my heart a love instil,
That shall abide for aye.
III
Then shall my heart rejoice,
Because Thou dost abide,
For ever, O Thou Blessed One,
Close to Thy servant's side.
IV
And love and joy shall be
My strength while here I stay;
And love, the spring of all my joy,
Shall live and love alway.
{sarki hypnosas hos thnetos}
I
Lo! He gave Himself to die,
Christ, our God, Who came to save us;
In the mortal grave to lie,
That death might no more enslave us.
II
On the day appointed, lo!
From the grave the Saviour rises,
Blessings endless to bestow,--
Life and all its great surprises.
III
Hail the manger where He lay
While the angel hosts adore Him;
Hail the Cross, for man that day
Raised, that Jesu might restore him.
IV
Hail the Resurrection morn;
Hail the Christ from death restored,
Be our praises heavenward borne,
To our God by all adored.
{pater oiktirmon}
I
Have pity, Lord, for Thou are great,
And greatness pity knows;
I mourn my poor and worthless state,
And all its wants and woes.
II
Have pity, Lord, for Thou art great;--
I would from sin be free,
And seek Thy face, 'though coming late,
For Thou wilt welcome me.
III
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