Hymns of the Greek Church: Translated with Introduction and Notes

Name: Hymns of the Greek Church: Translated with Introduction and Notes
Author: Brownlie, John

Brownlie, John

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

And freed from sin's depressing load,
      May I pursue the path divine,
    And rise above the cares of earth
      Until my life is merged in Thine.

                                   III

    Unsullied life Thy servant grant
      Who tunes his harp to sound Thy praise,
    And still my life shall hymn Thy love,
      And glory to the Father raise.

                                   IV

    And when I rest in glory bright,
      The burden of my labour past,
    In hymns I'll praise Thee more and more
      While the eternal ages last.




                            {age moi psycha}


                                    I

    Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise,
      No other service know;
    In holy strains the love express
      That fires the heart below.

                                   II

    Burn, burn, my soul, and ever be
      With holy ardour fired,
    And, strongly armed with firm resolve,
      Be evermore inspired.

                                   III

    Pour forth a bloodless offering
      Of hymns and holy lauds,
    And weave a garland rich and fair
      To crown the King of gods.




                         {autos phos ei pagaion}

                  Cento from {Hymnomen kouron nymphas}


                                    I

    In the Father's glory shining,
      Jesus, Light of light art Thou;
    Sordid night before Thee fleeth,--
      On our souls Thou'rt falling now.

                                   II

    Framer of the world, we hail Thee!
      Thou didst mould the stars of night;
    Earth to life Thou dost awaken,
      Saviour Thou, of glorious might!

                                   III

    'Tis Thy hand that guides the chariot
      When the sun illumes the skies,
    And the dark of night relaxes
      When Thou bidst the moon arise.

                                   IV

    At Thy word the harvest ripens,
      Flocks and herds their pasture find;
    Earth gives bread to feed the hungry,
      For the hand of God is kind.

                                    V

    May my soul, her want perceiving,
      Turn her gaze to where Thou art,
    And in all Thy fulness find Thee
      Food to satisfy the heart.




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Hymns of the Greek Church: Translated with Introduction and Notes

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