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
O Holy Spirit, one with God,
From God sent down to our abode
With us abide in joy and woe,
And share our sojourn here below.
III
And give us comfort in our pain,
Be in our loss our surest gain;
The Christ reveal in all His love,
And fit us for our home above.
IV
That we may serve the Christ our Lord,
Teach us to know His blessed Word;
Our wills renew; our hearts allure,
In love and service to endure.
V
Thine be the glory, God the Lord;
Glory to Thee, Incarnate Word;
To Thee, blest Spirit, praises be,
From age to age eternally.
{ho ploutos kai bathos, sophias Theou!}
I
Now Christ the God to earth hath come,
And made our dwelling place His home;
And in our flesh the God-Man gives
The life by which His people lives.
II
Bound to the Cross He bleeding dies,
That man from sin forgiven may rise;
And by the grace of God set free,
Live in His service endlessly.
III
They who in Adam sinning fell,
With Christ ascend with God to dwell;
And through the pain the Saviour bore,
Are freed from pain for evermore.
IV
And where the Christ 'mong myriads bright
Sits on His throne of peerless light,
There dwell the saints who by His grace
Share on the throne the victor's place.
V
Glory to Thee, our Father, God,
Who dwell'st in heaven, Thy high abode;
Glory to Thee, O Christ the Son,
And Holy Ghost, blest Three in One.
{hai myrophoroi gynaikes}
I
Morn of beauty, joyous morn,
Hails the Resurrection Day,
All our fears are borne away,
Hope into our world is born.
II
See, the stone is rolled away;
Empty stands the silent tomb,
Death is dead, and gone the gloom
Where the risen Saviour lay.
III
Women bear the spices, sad,
In the early morning grey,
But they wiped their tears away,
For the angel made them glad.
IV
Tell the tidings far abroad,
"He is risen even as He said,"
Life immortal from the dead
Is the gift of Christ our God.
V
Glory, glory evermore,
To the Christ who died to save,
Wresting victory from the grave,
To the Christ we now adore.
{kai ho ti an aitesete touto poieso}
I
O ever ready to forgive,
Thou merciful and mild,
I long before Thy face to live
As trustful as a child.
II
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