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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

Name: Hymns from the Greek Office Books: Together with Centos and Suggestions
Author: Brownlie, John

Brownlie, John

Hymns, Greek -- Translations into English; Orthodox Eastern Church -- Hymns

My sin was very great,
      Its burden bore me down,
    I dared not lift my eyes to God,
      So much I feared his frown.
    And sore my conscience smote,
      And all was sad within,
    For I had turned away from God,
      Who loved me in my sin.

                                   II

    I said, "I'll tell it all,
      The sin, the grief, the pain,
    Mayhap He'll pardon my offence,
      And take me back again."
    And then my heart was glad,
      To think it might be done,
    If I but cast myself upon
      The merits of His Son.

                                   III

    I said, "Ah God, receive
      The sacrifice I bring--
    A broken and a contrite heart,
      That is my offering;
    And for His sake Who came
      To bear the Cross of pain,
    Forgive the error of my life,
      And take me back again."

                                   IV

    'Twas then the heart of love
      That I had wounded sore,
    In loving accents spake to me,
      And bade me grieve no more;
    And spake the word of grace
      That made my spirit whole;
    And now the pain and grief are gone,
      For gladness fills my soul.




                        {en to phos to alethinon}


                                    I

    When the morn comes o'er the hills
      Bringing life, and light, and gladness,
    Scattering our night-born ills,
      Banishing our fear and sadness;
    Christ of God, Thou Light of light,
    Banish then our inward night.

                                   II

    Ah! our spirits pine and die
      In the chill of night that binds us;
    And we cannot see Thee nigh
      For the dark that inly blinds us;
    Morning Star, in beauty shine,
    Let us see Thy light benign.

                                   III

    On our minds Thy peace bestow,
      Let no cruel blast distress us,
    Ever onward as we go,
      May no crushing load oppress us;
    Light of light, when night is near,
    Give Thy peace, and banish fear.

                                   IV

    When the noontide all ablaze
      Fills the heaven with light supernal,
    And we dwell with glad amaze
      In the bliss of the Eternal;
    Light that cheered my life below,
    Still Thy joy and peace bestow.




                {hagios athanatos, to parakleton Pneuma}


                                    I

    The promise which the Saviour made
      When His disciples sorrowed most,
    That He would send to comfort them
      The life inspiring Holy Ghost,
    Found its fulfilment when they met
      Upon the hallowed Pentecost.

                                   II

    And ever through the linked years,
      From then till now the Gift is sure;
    And they who sorrow for their sin,
      Or trial's bitter pangs endure,
    And they who mourn, and they who weep,
      Find in the Gift a peace secure.

                                   III

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Hymns from the Greek Office Books: Together with Centos and Suggestions

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