Hymns from the Morningland: Being Translations, Centos and Suggestions from the Service Books of the Holy Eastern Church
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Hymns from the Morningland: Being Translations, Centos and Suggestions from the Service Books of the Holy Eastern Church
Hymns, Greek -- Translations into English; Orthodox Eastern Church -- Hymns
V
O Promised Spirit, come,
And fill the empty place,
Till in our heavenly home
We look upon His face,
Who fought with us in earthly strife,
And won for us immortal life.
PENTECOST
I
Like the beams that from the sun,
Pierce the blackness of the night,
Come to us, O Promised One,
Spirit, Light.
II
Pure as saints who have attained,
Clad in brightness for attire,
Cleanse our souls by vileness stained,
Spirit, Fire.
III
Stronger than uplifted arm
In the tumult of the fight,
Save our timid souls from harm,
Spirit, Might.
IV
Soothing as the calm that falls
When the winds and billows cease,
Comfort us when fear appals,
Spirit, Peace.
V
Come, O Gracious Spirit, come,
We would have Thee for our Guest,
Make our souls Thy chosen home,
Spirit, Blest.
I
Come, Holy Ghost, in might,
And make our weakness strong;
Renew our valour in the fight
Against the power of wrong.
II
Come, Holy Ghost, restore
The zeal our lives have lost,
And on our fainting spirits pour
The grace of Pentecost.
III
Come, Holy Ghost, in light
Our minds and hearts to cheer,
And pierce the darkness of our night
Of ignorance and fear.
IV
Come, Holy Ghost, in love,
Reveal the love divine,
That stooped to earth from heaven above,
In sympathy benign.
V
And while the ages run,
Our praise shall rise to Thee;
And to the Father and the Son,
One God, eternally.
I
Spirit of God, in love descend,
And make our hearts Thy place of rest,
In all our need a steadfast Friend
To fill our store with gifts the best;
II
To cleanse our souls with holy fire
From sordid stains that guilt imparts,
And with Thy heavenly power inspire
Our languid zeal, and fainting hearts;
III
To lift our minds to nobler things
Than earth from all its best can show,--
The wealth that flies on speedy wings,
The fleeting joys, like sparks that glow.
IV
Come in the hour of sore distress,
When, deep the heart for comfort sighs,
And with Thy soothing kindliness
The tear-drops wipe from weeping eyes.
V
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