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
Have pity, Lord, for Thou art great,
And give me strength to win;
That I may gain the heavenly gate
And freely enter in.
IV
Have pity, Lord, for Thou art love,
And by Thy grace alone,
I hope in Thy pure house above
To serve before Thy throne.
{o plastes mou kyrios}
I
Formed in Thine image bright,
With glory on my head,
I lived within Thy light,
And on Thy bounty fed.
II
But ah! that evil day!
The tempter's silvery tone
Lured me from God away,
To seek for bliss alone.
III
Dark came the night of sin,
I mourned my woeful plight,
For all was dark within,
And all around was night.
IV
Shorn of Thy beauty fair,
Gift at my wondrous birth,
Hope fled before despair,
Gone was the joy of earth.
V
Yea, though the prayer be vain,
Now will I lift mine eyes,
Call me, God, back again,
Back to Thy paradise.
VI
Came there a voice to me,
Yea, 'twas Thy voice, my God,
Bidding me come to Thee,
Up to Thy pure abode.
VII
Trusting Thy mercy great,
Up from my woes I'll rise,
Seeking the golden gate
Opening to paradise.
{ho Soter hemon, anatole anatolon}
I
Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing,
Lay it on Him who every burden bears;
Let not thy soul in trouble sink despairing,
He who hath sorrowed, every sorrow shares.
II
Look for the morn when night is dark and weary,
Morning shall come when hours of night are spent;
Clouds hide the sun, and make the noontide dreary,
Gladness shall cheer you when the clouds are rent.
III
Look for His smile who gilds the hills at morning,
Surely it comes as comes the morning sun;
Beauty shall grace thy life with bright adorning,
Even as the sunlight, till thy day is done.
IV
Then, when the morn that makes the hilltops golden
Round the Jerusalem thy spirit gains
Breaks on thy view, shall come the gladness olden
Shared by the dwellers in those blest domains.
{hymnoumen sou Christe, to soterion pathos}
I
We hymn Thy triumph on the Cross,
Thy victory o'er the grave,
O Christ, immortal Son of God,
Who cam'st Thy folk to save.
II
For, dying on the Cross, the sting
Of death was torn away,--
O, by Thy victory over death
Give life to us, we pray.
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