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
Vainly we mourn our absent Lord,
If Thou, the Comforter be near;
For it is Thine to take of His,
And make us feel that He is here;
We still may joy when others grieve,
And hope when threatening clouds appear.
IV
Come, Holy Ghost, with us reside,
Let Thy sweet presence calm our soul;
And make us strong to fight and win,
And all our wayward wills control;
To give us comfort when we weep,
And bind our hearts, and make them whole.
{didou paramythian tois doulois sou}
I
When sorrow's clouds are circling near,
And minds are charged with doubt and fear;
When sun nor moon nor stars of light,
Break on the darkness of the night;
Then, Gift of Christ desired most,
Come to our help, O Holy Ghost.
II
When disappointment's pangs are sore,
And wounded hearts that suffering bore,
Break 'neath the burden by the way,
And in their weakness, helpless pray;
Then, Gift of Christ desired most,
Come to our help, O Holy Ghost.
III
When like a spectre gaunt and grey
Bereavement steals the heart away,
And all is empty, poor, and bare,
For those we loved were everywhere;
Then, Gift of Christ desired most,
Come to our help, O Holy Ghost.
IV
When for our sins we mourn and sigh,
And 'neath the Cross prostrated lie;
When for the conscience crushed by guilt,
We claim His Grace whose Blood was spilt;
Then, Gift of Christ desired most,
Come to our help, O Holy Ghost.
V
When braced, the soul resolving springs,
And reaches forth to better things;
And high above the world would rise,
To eager snatch the offered prize;
Then, Gift of Christ desired most,
Come to our help, O Holy Ghost.
{hoti etechthe epi ges ho Amnos tou Theou, parechon to kosmo ten
apolytrosin}
I
He came to earth who came from God,
And left in heaven His blest abode,
And all the joy He had;
To share our lot, and all its woe,
And wander homeless here below,
All sorrowing and sad.
II
He came to earth who came from God,
And ah! our rugged paths He trod,
And faint, and tired, and lone,
He bore the burden of our guilt,
And on a Cross His blood was spilt
For sinners to atone.
III
He went to God who came to earth;
Now sing the new creation's birth,
And mankind born again;
For death is dead, and He who lives,
Eternal life to mortals gives,
The Faithful, True, Amen.
{ho de bios, skia kai enypnion}
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