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
III
The gates of hades tottering fell,
The prisoners saw the light,
And forth emerging, left behind
A hideous, starless night.
IV
O make us worthy, Christ, to sing
The wonders of Thy power;
And give us purity of heart
To serve Thee every hour.
V
All praise and glory, Christ our God,
To Thee be ever given;
One with the Father, One with us
On earth, and now in heaven.
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I
O Light of light! when other lights are fading,
Then in my soul with heavenly brightness shine;
"Let there be light!" the night and fear upbraiding,
Speak Thou the word and send the Light Divine.
II
O Joy of joy! when other joys are sighing,
Sing to my soul and bid its sadness flee;
And when the songs my bitter tears are drying,
Come with Thy gladness, and rejoice with me.
III
O Love of love! when other loves are dying,
And hearts grow cold, and eyes that lured me frown;
Come to my heart, Thou Love, all hate defying,
Full of all pity to our world come down.
IV
O Bliss of bliss! when earth and all its treasures
Shrink from my grasp, and leave me poor and sad;
May I with Christ fill up my empty measures,
And in His presence reap the hopes I had.
{psyche mou! anasta}
I
Hence, slumber, from mine eyes,
See, from the eastern skies
The light is shed;
The night has passed away,
Now 'tis the morn of day,
Darkness has fled.
II
My soul from slumber free,
Let me Thy brightness see,
O Light of light!
May darkness from my heart,
And every cloud depart,
And fears of night.
III
Now let my hands employ
The passing hours, and joy
Shall find my soul;
Thy will, O God, be done,
Thy path of duty run,
My heart control.
IV
And when the sunlight dies,
And in the western skies
The day is spent;
Then on Thy loving breast,
O Jesu, let me rest
In calm content.
{klinas ouranous, katebe}
I
The Lord came down from heaven,
And dwelt with us below;
And in His life was given
To taste our bitterest woe;
Our flesh He wore,
Its ills He bore,
Who came to us from heaven.
II
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