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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hymns from the Morningland + Being Translations, Centos and Suggestions from the Service + Books of the Holy Eastern Church + +Author: Various + +Translator: John Brownlie + +Release Date: July 21, 2009 [EBook #29480] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND *** + + + + +Produced by Stephen Hutcheson and Charles Coulston + + + + + + + + + + HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND + + + + + HYMNS + FROM THE MORNINGLAND + + + BEING + TRANSLATIONS, CENTOS + AND SUGGESTIONS + FROM THE SERVICE BOOKS OF + THE HOLY EASTERN CHURCH + + WITH INTRODUCTION + BY + JOHN BROWNLIE, D.D. + + _Author of_ + "_Hymns and Hymn Writers of the Church Hymnary_" + "_Hymns of the Greek Church_," "_Hymns from the Greek Office Books_" + "_Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church_" + _&c., &c._ + + _(SIXTH SERIES)_ + + PAISLEY: ALEXANDER GARDNER + _Publisher by Appointment to the late Queen Victoria_ + 1911 + + LONDON: + SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO., LMD. + + PRINTED BY ALEXANDER GARDNER, PAISLEY. + + + + + PREFACE + + +This sixth series of hymns from the Greek Offices is sent forth in the +hope that some of the flowers that bloom in the gardens of the East, in +which our Lord prayed and His Apostles tilled, may serve to beautify the +homes of the faithful in Western lands. Cut flowers lose their beauty and +freshness soon, but not infrequently their perfume remains; and roots +transplanted do not always continue to put forth leaves and blossoms in +that richness which adorns them in their native soil; but if in the case +of the culled flowers, which are here presented, some of their perfume +may chance to linger, it will probably serve to suggest their original +attractiveness. That they may, in some capacity, be used to adorn the +worship of Christ in our sterner clime, is the earnest prayer of the +translator. + + J. B. + +Trinity Manse, +Portpatrick, _July, 1911_. + + + + + INDEX OF FIRST LINES + + + + + PAGE + Introduction xi + HYMNS + My God, shall sin its power maintain 3 + Christmas-- + Hark! upon the morning breezes 9 + Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills 11 + Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now 13 + Ye saints, exult with cheerful song 15 + He came because the Father willed 17 + Now the King Immortal 19 + When o'er the world Augustus reigned 21 + O Light resplendent of the morn 23 + Passiontide-- + O wounded hands and feet 27 + When Jesus to the judgment hall 29 + They brought Him to the hill of death 31 + "Watch with Me," the Master said 33 + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" 35 + O darkest night that ever fell 37 + Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies 39 + O Son of God, afflicted 41 + This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, 43 + Easter-- + Lo, in its brightness the morning arising 49 + In the dark of early morn 51 + Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks 53 + Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb 55 + Rise, O glorious orb of day 58 + Ascension-- + Borne on the clouds, the Christ arose 63 + Lift up the gates 65 + Borne on the wings of light 67 + Pentecost-- + Like the beams that from the sun 71 + Come, Holy Ghost, in might 73 + Spirit of God, in love descend 75 + Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm 77 + O God, the Holy Ghost 78 + Various-- + When Jesus to the Jordan came 83 + When on the mount the Lord appeared 85 + Behold, the King of Zion rides 87 + Waving in the autumn breeze 89 + When in the clouds of heaven 91 + Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace 93 + Thou dost not pass a lonesome way 95 + The man who erring counsel shuns 97 + Lord, a band of foes increasing 99 + Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art 101 + From the hills the light is streaming 103 + The day declines to night 105 + Lord, let us feel that Thou art near 107 + Come, praise with gladness, the Lord of all creation 109 + Penitence and Love-- + Now, with my weeping would I cleanse my soul 115 + O God of love, on bended knee 117 + O God, in mercy hear 119 + Come to the Christ in tears 122 + Forgive my heart its vain regrets 124 + Far let me flee from worldly sin 126 + Lord of mercy, at Thy gate 128 + Burdened with a heavy load 130 + Lord of a countless throng 132 + Let all the world abroad 134 + Thou Saviour of our sinful race 136 + Where the Lord reveals His presence 138 + O love of God, surpassing far 140 + O God of our salvation 142 + O Jesus, when my guilty fears 144 + Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me 146 + Aspirations-- + Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold 151 + Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing 153 + Bring to the Christ your fears 155 + Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul 158 + Surpassing great the gift of God 160 + My hope is firmly set 162 + The time is drawing near 164 + I will not yield my sword 166 + If in the cause of right I must 168 + The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer 170 + Like music at the stilly hour 172 + O Lord, Thou in the hour of need 174 + My harp upon the willows, grave 176 + To Thee my soul enraptured sings 178 + Modern Greek Hymns-- + Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation 183 + Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere 186 + + + + + INTRODUCTION + + +Critics are of three classes:--the laudatory, who, if they see anything +to complain of, make no complaint; the severe, who, if they see anything +deserving commendation, say nothing about it; and the discriminating, who +see both and say it, and at the same time throw out hints which as a rule +are both acceptable and helpful. Particularly is this the case when the +advice tendered confirms a growing conviction on the part of a writer. + +One cannot work continuously at a subject, and all the while get the +thoughtful criticism of his observers, without improving his methods. +From a review of a recent volume by the writer, the following is +taken:--"It seems to us that it is in the adaptation, rather than strict +translation, that the wealth of thought and emotion buried in the service +books of the Eastern Church will be minted into coin of golden praise +meet for sanctuary use, and comparable in worth and beauty to the +splendid currency of these latter days." This is strictly true, and it is +the conviction which has for some time possessed the author, with the +result that he has been giving less attention to translation, or +transliteration, and more attention to suggestion, adaptation, and +reminiscence. One cannot spend a day with the Greek service books (say +with the Triodion, which contains the incomparable Lenten and Easter +offices) without having his mind filled with thoughts the most beautiful, +thoughts which can sometimes be expressed in almost identical phrase with +the original, but which oftener, in order to do them justice by revealing +them in all their richness, require to be dwelt upon, expanded, and +clothed in appropriate western phrase. This is without doubt the best way +in which to deal with the praise material of the Greek service books, and +the present writer has set himself in this volume to act according to +that conviction. Here, there are fewer translations than in any former +volume, and the greater number of the hymns are reminiscences of the +Greek. + +The contents of this book may be ranged under three categories:--A few +translations or renderings, as literal as it is possible or desirable to +make them; centos, or patchwork, _i.e._, pieces which are not versions of +any particular hymn in the original, but which are made up of portions of +various hymns; and suggestions, or reminiscences of the Greek. In the +case of the last, the best that can be said of them is that they owe +their existence in the present instance, to the Greek. While to the +ordinary reader there may be nothing in these suggestions to indicate +their source, no one who is acquainted with the praise of the Eastern +Church will fail to detect here and there certain marks which inevitably +announce their origin. In most cases initial Greek headlines have been +dispensed with, for the reason that they can serve no useful purpose, nor +indicate with any certainty the source of any particular hymn. + +When one rises from a contemplation of Christian worship as it is +presented to him in the ancient forms of the Apostolic Church, it is with +pain that his ears are assailed with charges which he knows to be as +lacking in truth as they would be if they were levelled against +ourselves. God knows how far we have all drifted from our ideal, and +those who have the best excuse, not the farthest. But this offensive and +ungrateful spirit is surely unbecoming on the part of those who owe so +much to the Church which they censure. If Christian love would abound on +all sides, how soon would the wounds of Christ's Body heal! If those deep +wounds are to be bound up, it will only be by pouring in oil and wine. +Controversy and argument have been tried for centuries. They have failed. +We must all begin where the beloved St. John so feelingly bids +us,--"Little children, love one another." Love implies humility, and if +we are humble, and stoop to love, we will find hearts all over the world +only longing and praying for the balm of that Divine oil. Then dogmatic +differences will be solved in a new manner, and much more. + +It is not a pleasant task to revert to the censures which are hurled +against the Eastern Church, by critics who are obviously ignorant of her +past history, and who seem to have taken no trouble to acquaint +themselves with her present position; but when one is continually met +with the same offensive statements, offensive because untrue, there is +only one thing to be done, and that is to meet them with the truth, and +refute them on every possible occasion, in the hope that in the end the +truth will be vindicated. + +The charges have certainly not the charm of variety; they are painfully +monotonous:--The Greek Church is "dead," and "non-missionary." Certainly +non-missionary, if dead! To say of any organization, church or other, +that it is dead and non-progressive, is to say the worst that could be +said. + +Dead! And what are the signs of death in the Eastern Church? Truly they +are marvellously unusual. Is it because she preserves the beauty, +dignity, and quiet solemnity, which must ever be associated with true +worship, and refuses to admit methods which are alien to it? Many of our +Churches have become societies, or guilds (a familiar term in these +days), in which are included every attraction which can appeal to the +eyes of the world. A Pleasant Sunday Afternoon, is the guise in which the +worship of God is presented to men who are not attracted by the calm and +rest of God's house; and the methods employed are bringing with them +their inevitable results. We fear the Church is in danger of forgetting +that its prime function is to preserve the Holy Worship of God, and by +its means to establish the saints in The Faith; and that its mission is +to go down to the world, inspiring those who are there with the spirit of +Christ; returning at the appointed time to observe the worship of God in +His house, and bringing with it those who are weary with the toil of +life, that they may be refreshed; and is allowing the world to invade its +sanctuary, and scare away the spirit of true worship. It is not enough to +say that present-day methods must be observed, that people will not come +to church unless it conforms to the spirit of the times. The human soul +will still desire to dwell in the house of the Lord, to behold His beauty +and to enquire, when it feels impelled by the Blessed Spirit of +God,--when it longs for peace and spiritual refreshment which can only be +found in communion with the Divine. Doubtless, to the pushful spirit of +the age, the Church which preserves in calm dignity the form of worship +which has been handed down to it through the ages, and tenaciously +adhered to in the midst of persecution and martyrdom, and refuses to +admit the methods of the concert hall, the debating society, and the +lecture room, must appear to be a dead Church indeed. So be it! + +But, it is asked, what evidences are there that the Greek Church is a +living Church? What is she doing in the field of literature, theological +in particular? And in aggressive Christian work at home and abroad? + +From this enquiry we cannot exclude the Greek Church in Russia, for, +while in the ancient sphere of that Church's operation (in Greece, and +Turkey, and Asia Minor) much is being done in the domain of education in +her schools and theological colleges, and in theological literature, it +is in Russia, where none of the grievous hindrances to activity exists +which for 600 years have frustrated many of her efforts at home, but +where free scope and encouragement for its exercise are guaranteed, that +most evidence of progress is seen. + +Here is the testimony of one who cannot, _prima facie_, be deemed +unprejudiced.[1] A few years ago, Father Aurelio Palmieri was sent to +Russia by the Vatican to procure books and manuscripts for the Russian +section of the Papal library at Rome. He writes in the _Tserkoviya +Viedomosto_ (December 6, 1904):--"It is time to render justice to the +truth, and to put an end to those many calumnies, which are propagated +against Russia by envious and interested persons--persons who desire to +deprive her of her influence, and to rob her of her prestige. In the +Russian universities, the instruction given is far more serious than that +given in our own Italy; and the magnificent Ecclesiastical Academies, all +under religious influence, at St. Petersburg, Moscow, Kieff, and Kazan, +make us feel a sense of sadness at the miserable and insufficient +instruction that is given to our own Italian clergy. Let us say frankly, +that in our Italy, and even at Rome, we possess no such establishments +which for beauty of organization, capable professors, and wealth of +libraries, can rival these Russian Ecclesiastical Academies. To convince +people of the truth of my assertion, I need only refer them to the superb +official organs of these Academies ... and set out what a vast quantity +of scientific works [this Father Palmieri does] is brought together in +these collections of Russian theological writers, and how far we in Italy +are from giving to the study of theology the development which it +receives in Russia.... I invite the scholars, not only of Italy, but of +every nation, to make acquaintance with the innumerable collection of +books now in the Vatican. They will there find convincing testimony to +the intensity of the intellectual work in Russia, and to the scientific +vitality of her Church...." + +Again, in his book, _La Chiesa Russa_ (Florence, 1908), he deplores, not +the ignorance of the East, but the ignorance of the West. "It is +deplorable," he says, "that the intense scientific production of Russia +is almost totally ignored by the West.... A great nation like Russia is +not a negligible quantity affected by an intellectual quagmire (p. 671). +The Russian Ecclesiastical literature is rich in monographs on particular +subjects, and above all in Patristic theology. In this sphere of +research, Russian Orthodoxy can even outrival the German science." Such +is the testimony of one of the most cultured men in Italy. + +The question is sometimes asked, What is the Greek Church doing at the +present time in the department of hymnody, in which her ancient offices +are so rich? Much; but as present day compositions are not used in the +canonical services, the supply of such material is not encouraged as it +would be in other circumstances, and as it is in the West, where the +demand for material for congregational hymnaries is so persistent. But +the Greek Church can boast of many hymn writers in her communion, whose +compositions would do no discredit to our Western hymnaries. Any +bookseller in Athens would supply a catalogue of Greek hymnological work +to any interested enquirer. + +The writer has before him at this moment a volume of hymns, {TRIADIKON} +(Athens, 1909), the work of Bishop Nektarios, who for many years was head +of the great Rhizareion Theological College in Athens. The volume +contains about two hundred pieces suitable for use during the Church +seasons, and for general use. They were, however, composed, so the author +writes, to be read reverently, or sung privately, in the household. The +language of the hymns composed by present day hymn-writers has the modern +flavour, and so presents difficulties which, however, the student who has +a knowledge of the language of the service books can readily overcome, +with the help of a grammar and dictionary of modern Greek; for, while +modern Greek is nine-tenths similar to ancient Greek (_i.e._, modern +Greek of the first class, for there are several classes, according to the +grade of society) it has yet one-tenth which differs, and it is that +tenth which causes trouble. Such hymns are used at services _extra +ecclesiam_,--at meetings, church schools, colleges, and monasteries, or +at any other non-canonical service. They are, as a rule, set to +attractive music, often by eminent musicians. The translation of two +hymns from the fore-mentioned collection by Bishop Nektarios, are +included in this volume at pp. 183-6. + +So, even in the department of hymnody, the Greek Church is showing no +signs of falling away, and, although she refuses to admit modern +productions into her Church services, and adheres to the hymns of her +early hymn-writers (an attitude, by the way, very similar to what we in +Scotland maintained until very recent times, when psalms alone were +permitted in our canonical services, to the exclusion of all hymns), she +has yet a band of hymn-writers who uphold a noble succession, and keep +adding to her treasury of praise, encouraged in their gracious work by +the countenance which the Church gives to its use on all possible +occasions. + +But the commonest charge levelled against the Greek Church is that of +being non-missionary; and the charge which is so utterly untrue, is +deemed sufficient to relegate her to the limbo of the effete and +worthless. The truth is, that the missionary zeal, and activity of that +Church, are among the most outstanding features of her history; and when +we consider the terrible odds against which she has had to contend, both +in Europe and Asia, we wonder at the success that has been achieved. + +Let us bear in mind that the population of Russia alone is about +170,000,000, that the natural increase goes on at the rate of four +millions annually, and that in twenty years the population will amount to +about 250,000,000. Think of the mighty task laid upon the Church to keep +abreast of such a growth, and at the same time to keep the Faith alive in +the mass,--for the great majority of this vast population are attached to +the Orthodox Church. And this is the task to which the Greek Church +addresses herself, to carry the blessings of Christianity to the farthest +Russian outpost, and to keep the flame alive where it has already been +kindled. Yet this is the Church which English-speaking Christians call +non-missionary. "If we take the English Church, for example, which prides +itself on its missions, and if we exclude all its missions from the +category of mission work which lie within the vast Empire of England's +dominions beyond the seas (that is to say, from India, Africa, Canada, +Australia, to English sailors, etc.), we would find how very few and weak +English missions really are. What a poor role, then, do English missions +play outside English lands! Why, then, do English folk gird at the great +Russian Church for a lack of missionary zeal when she is labouring hard +in her immense county in Europe and Asia for Christ? In Siberia and Asia +generally she is ever spreading the Faith, and that among many tribes and +tongues and peoples; and she has missions in Japan, China, Persia, +Palestine, Alaska, the Aleoutine Islands, and elsewhere."[2] + +What the Greek Church is doing in Russian dominions, she is doing also in +her ancient lands, although under quite different auspices. In Turkey and +Asia Minor she keeps the flame aglow amid adverse conditions, and +provides spiritual food for her vast household. Besides, she is the most +active missionary agency in the Levant. + +But enough has been said. If we could only overtop the mountains of +prejudice, and we fear we must add, for it is the parent of prejudice, +ignorance, which divide the West from the East, we should be able to look +down not upon a barren wilderness, but a fruitful vineyard, in which the +servants of Christ are working under the eye of their Master, even as we +are working in our separate sphere. Let us think about these things. + + +---------- + +[1]_Vide_ an article in the _Re-union Magazine_, by F. W. Groves + Campbell, LL.D., March, 1910 (London: Cope & Fenwick). + +[2]_Vide_ footnote, p. xviii. + + + + + HYMNS + + + "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live!" + + + + + I + + My God, shall sin its power maintain, + And in my soul defiant live! + 'Tis not enough that Thou forgive, + The cross must rise, and self be slain. + + II + + Then in my life Thy love reveal,-- + As by The Christ Who bore the cross, + So by my sacrifice and loss, + And by the bitter pangs I feel. + + III + + O God of love, Thy love declare,-- + 'Tis not enough that Christ should die, + I too, with Him, in death must lie, + And in my death His anguish share. + + IV + + Lord, is it nothing now, to Thee?-- + Yea, it is much, that well I know, + For Thou hast memory of the woe + That filled Thy soul at Calvary. + + V + + And Thou wilt come with gracious aid, + When, burdened on the awful road, + I fall beneath the grievous load + Upon my fainting spirit laid. + + VI + + Nor let me feel Thou hast no care, + Though arrows fly, and darkness fall; + Sin must be slain, but when I call + Thou art attentive to my prayer. + + VII + + O God of love, Thy power disclose,-- + 'Tis not enough that Christ should rise, + I, too, must seek the brightening skies, + And rise from death, as Christ arose. + + VIII + + And from the cross, and to the grave + Descend; and when the morning breaks, + To life anew the soul awakes + That sin nor death shall e'er enslave. + + IX + + The cross is love: the Christ's, and mine;-- + 'Tis life to die, and death to live, + And not enough that God forgive, + If I would live the life divine. + + + + + CHRISTMAS + + + + + {Doxa en hypsistois Theô.} + + + I + + Hark! upon the morning breezes, + In the darkness, ere the waking, + Music sweet the senses pleases, + Soft upon the stillness breaking;-- + "Glory, Glory!" this the singing, + Welcome to Immanuel bringing. + + II + + Shepherds at their watch beholding + Angels clad in glistening whiteness, + Heard the wondrous news unfolding + 'Mid that dazzling scene of brightness;-- + "Glory, Glory!" peace, and kindness, + Light is breaking on our blindness. + + III + + Glorious morn! The sun uprising, + Shone upon a world rejoicing; + God is with us, truth surprising; + List to song the message voicing,-- + "Glory, Glory!" ages told it, + Heavenly voices now unfold it. + + IV + + God adored, our nature wearing! + Ah, such condescending meekness! + Stooping to a world despairing, + Full of pity for our weakness;-- + "Glory, Glory!" praises swelling, + God hath made with man His dwelling. + + + + + {techthentos tou Christou.} + + + I + + Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills, + More radiant far than any earthly morn; + 'Tis heavenly light that all creation fills;-- + The Christ is born. + + II + + Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed, + Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn, + In Bethlehem's manger is at length revealed;-- + The Christ is born. + + III + + Lo, from their watch, the herdsmen raise their eyes, + For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn, + And angels poured their raptures from the skies,-- + The Christ is born. + + IV + + Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare + Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn, + Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there;-- + The Christ is born. + + V + + Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings; + Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn, + Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!-- + The Christ is born. + + + + + {hoi magoi ta dôra prospherousin;} + + {hoi poimenes to thauma kęryttousin.} + + + I + + Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now, + No wreath of gold encircleth His brow, + Lowly His state,--in lowly worship bow; + Hail to the King! + + II + + Born of His Maiden Mother, pure as snow, + Son of our God, begotten long ago, + Ere yet the stream of time began to flow; + Hail to the King! + + III + + Nowhere was found a shelter for His head, + Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed, + No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed; + Hail to the King! + + IV + + Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing; + Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring, + No other hand bestowed an offering; + Hail to the King! + + V + + Hail to the King! O Christ upon Thy throne, + Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own, + When by Thy Birth and Death Thou did'st atone; + Hail to the King! + + + + + {Euphrainesthe Dikaioi; ouranoi agalliasthe;} + + {skirtęsate ta orę, Christou gennęthentos.} + + Christmas. + + + I + + Ye saints exult with cheerful song, + Ye heavens be glad this morn, + And let the mountains leap for joy, + For Christ on earth is born. + + II + + Behold the Virgin Mother holds + The Child in warm embrace,-- + The One-begotten Son of God, + Incarnate Word of grace. + + III + + And shepherds from their lonely watch, + By angel guidance given, + At Bethlehem found the Promised Child, + And praised the God of heaven. + + IV + + And heavenly choirs their music poured, + Upon the stillness, then, + Ascribing glory unto God, + And peace on earth to men. + + V + + Lo, wise men from the Morningland, + Their costly treasures bear, + And at the manger worshipped low, + And laid their offerings there. + + VI + + Now, with the angel host who sang, + We join our thankful praise, + To God the Father, God the Son, + And Holy Ghost, always. + + + + + {Ho Patęr eudokęsen,} + + Stichera Idiomela. Christmas. + + + I + + He came because the Father willed, + And from the midst of heaven's renown, + The promise to our world fulfilled, + And won a kingdom for His crown. + + II + + He came because He willed to bear + The burden that His love imposed; + And all our lot of sorrow share, + Until the day in darkness closed. + + III + + Ah! angels hailed that morning bright, + And in the heavens their carols sung; + But God Himself was hid in night, + When sin and death their arrows flung. + + IV + + But not to sink beneath their power, + The God-man girt Him for the fray; + And from the darkness of that hour, + There sprang the light of endless day. + + V + + And wounded souls the triumph knew; + Fresh courage to the faint was given; + And e'en the dead to life anew, + Rose in the glorious might of heaven. + + VI + + For sin was crushed, and death was slain;-- + All hail, the great victorious Son, + Who mounts the throne of heaven again, + To rule the kingdom He has won. + + + + + {Christos ho Basileus.} + + + I + + Now the King Immortal + Comes to claim His own,-- + Shepherds at their watch by night, + Hail the glory of the light-- + They, and they alone. + + II + + Heralds from the heaven-land, + Tell His Advent clear;-- + Where the sound of hurrying feet? + Where the crowds come forth to greet? + Where the loyal cheer? + + III + + Angels, on the night winds + Have their carols thrown,-- + Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet, + Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet, + Theirs, and theirs, alone. + + IV + + Ah, the silent night hours, + Ah, the slumberers, prone,-- + Mortals wake, arise, adore, + Angels, shepherds, honours pour, + They, and they, alone. + + V + + Jesu, King Immortal, + Mount thy rightful throne; + Loyal hearts their plaudits pour, + Heavenly choirs in songs adore, + They, not they alone. + + + + + {Augoustou monarchęsantos epi tęs gęs,} + + {hę polyarchia tôn anthrôpôn epausato.} + + _By Cassia the Recluse._ + + Menaeon Dec. 25. + + + I + + When o'er the world Augustus reigned, + The rule of kingships felt decay; + And when our Lord appeared as Man, + The idol shrines were swept away. + + II + + One earthly power the people knew, + One world-embracing rule obeyed; + Then Gentiles to the Godhead knelt, + And undivided homage paid. + + III + + And when the monarch's will was known, + A census of the tribes was told; + Then, in the name of Christ their God, + His faithful subjects were enrolled. + + IV + + For great Thy mercy is to us, + O God, our King, Whose rule we own, + And we will render while we live, + One glory to Thy name alone. + + + + + {nyn panta peplęrôtai phôtos.} + + + I + + O Light, resplendent of the morn + On golden pinions upwards borne, + That usherest in the day; + We rise responsive to the call, + As night removes her dusky pall, + And speeds her flight away. + + II + + O Light, that, from the Father's face, + Shone on our world with winning grace, + When darker night prevailed; + We rise to greet Thine Advent bright, + All hail! majestic in Thy might, + When darkness is assailed. + + III + + O let my soul Thy rising see; + From every cloud my vision free, + And on my pathway shine; + Then shall my course, in safety trod, + Lead ever nearer to my God, + The source of light divine. + + IV + + O Jesus, Morn of better day, + Thou Light of lights, Whose gladsome ray + Gives light, and life, and cheer; + Light to my soul, and life impart, + And fill with joy my inmost heart, + And scatter night and fear. + + + + + PASSIONTIDE + + + + + I + + O wounded hands and feet! + O heart, with spear thrust torn! + O brow, with blood drops falling down, + Beneath the stinging thorn! + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Why was such anguish Thine? + + II + + The angels were amazed, + The sun refused his light, + And they who knew that Christ was God, + Turned from the woeful sight;-- + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Why was such anguish Thine? + + III + + My soul, can'st thou not tell? + Why such a sacrifice? + Hast thou no needs, for which alone + The cross can find supplies? + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Why was such anguish Thine? + + IV + + For thee the cross was reared; + For thee the Christ was slain; + For thee He sojourned with the dead, + And rose to life again;-- + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Thus was the anguish Thine. + + + + + I + + When Jesus to the judgment hall + By cruel men was led, + He wore a purple robe of scorn, + And thorns upon His head;-- + They called Him King, and bowed the knee, + And paid Him homage, mockingly. + + II + + "Away! let Him be crucified!" + The impious shouts proclaim; + And forth they led the Son of God + To die a death of shame; + And passing thence amid' the crowd, + Beneath a ponderous cross He bowed. + + III + + Behold Him nailed upon the cross + And left alone to die, + While from the awful scene of death + His timid followers fly;-- + In agony He groaned and sighed, + And faint, He bowed the head, and died. + + IV + + Ah, cruel death for Him to die, + Ah, vilest death of shame,-- + Who, to redeem our guilty souls, + From God, in pity came;-- + The glory of the Father's throne + He left, to make our souls His own. + + V + + O Jesus, to Thy cross I cling, + For Thou, my Lord, art there, + Who, in Thy love, True Man became, + My load of sin to bear; + And lo, I lift my eyes to heaven, + For God in mercy hath forgiven. + + + + + I + + They brought Him to the hill of death + Where ruthless felons died, + And there, upon a cross of shame, + The Christ was crucified; + By wicked men the nails were driven, + And God, in silence, looked from heaven. + + II + + They bade Him find His help in God, + If He were Christ indeed, + And save Himself, as He had saved + So many in their need; + Such taunting words like venom stung, + And God beheld the arrows flung. + + III + + They wagged their heads in mocking scorn, + And bade the Christ come down,-- + While from His wounds the blood-drops fell, + And from the thorny crown; + The spear uplifted pierced His side, + And God beheld the crimson tide. + + IV + + All dark at noon, the sun refused + His wonted light to shed, + For sin and death had God defied, + And Christ His Son was dead; + And God had turned His face away, + Nor heard the Christ in anguish pray. + + V + + All hail the Resurrection morn! + The light returns again, + And Christ is throned at God's right hand + Who once for man was slain; + And God extends His pardoning grace, + Nor hides the brightness of His face. + + + + + I + + "Watch with Me," The Master said, + And the night around Him fell, + While the snares of sin and hell, + On His awful path were spread. + + II + + But they slumbered while He prayed;-- + They who were His constant care, + Heard no echo of His prayer, + When His soul was sore dismayed. + + III + + Then He held the cup of woe, + And the prayer to God was made,-- + Thrice in agony He prayed, + That He might the draught forego. + + IV + + But the will of God was done, + In the garden, on that night, + And He rose in all the might + Of the well-beloved Son. + + V + + Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,-- + Wake from slumber, hear Him pray, + All thy griefs are borne away, + By His agony, untold. + + VI + + And the strength of God is thine + When the will of God is done + In obedience, as a son, + Conscious of a love divine. + + + + + I + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And surging crowds around Him pressed; + With breaking heart, and soul distressed, + He bore the cross on which He died. + + II + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And He the well-beloved Son, + The Son of God Who should have won + The love He never once denied. + + III + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And to the wood His hands were nailed, + And mocking words His ears assailed, + That God, Who looked from heaven, defied. + + IV + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And when the deed of night was done, + The light was blotted from the sun, + And hell's abode exulting, cried. + + V + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns, + As to that cruel cross it turns, + For 'twas for me the Saviour died. + + + + + I + + O darkest night that ever fell! + Before the sun had set, + The light was blotted from the heavens, + And death, and darkness met. + + II + + For God had turned His face away + From all the sin He bore, + Whom in His love to earth He sent, + To bear our suffering sore. + + III + + Ah! darkest night that ever falls + On soul of human race, + When God in anger turns away + The brightness of His face; + + IV + + Then, sun and moon, and stars are lost, + Amid' our hopeless night; + And all the radiant bliss of life + Is curtained from our sight. + + V + + O Christ, Thou art our Light, and Sun, + Our Hope 'mid guilty fears; + No night surrounds Thy presence now, + Nor threatening cloud appears; + + VI + + And sin and death no longer reign, + Nor day to dark declines, + For, from the Father's face, a light + Of reconcilement shines. + + + + + I + + Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies, + While earth is moved with sore dismay, + And e'en the sun, though high at noon, + In anguish veils the light of day. + + II + + Then hell and darkness riot held, + And sin and death combined their power + To crush the Christ Whom sinful men + Had hastened to that awful hour. + + III + + But O, 'twas darkness deeper still + Than o'er the earth in blackness lay, + When God beheld the suffering Son, + And turned from Him His face away. + + IV + + Ah! whence that suffering? Whence that woe? + The horror felt by earth and sky? + The victory of the powers of night, + That doomed the God-man there to die? + + V + + My soul distressed, look up! behold! + With light from heaven the earth is filled;-- + The Christ that awful conflict met, + Because a God of wisdom willed. + + VI + + Now sin its latest shaft has hurled, + And death put forth its utmost might, + But, lo, the Christ the conflict stood, + And sin and death are vanquished, quite. + + VII + + Glory to Thee our souls proclaim, + Great Son of God, Thou Victor strong; + Thy love inspires our hearts to sing, + The victory fills our endless song. + + + + + I + + O Son of God, afflicted, + And slain for sinful men, + My soul hath oft' depicted + What Thou didst suffer then,-- + The pain, the grief, the sighing, + The burden of Thy woe, + The cross, the shame, the dying + That filled Thy life below. + + II + + Ah, why from heavenly blessing + Didst Thou to earth descend, + And share the woes distressing, + To be the sinner's Friend? + The angels looked amazéd, + While men untouched beheld + The Christ to souls debaséd, + By love divine impelled. + + III + + 'Twas love, 'twas love unbounded, + As high as heaven ascends, + As deep as depths unsounded, + And broad as earth extends; + Yea, 'twas a love undying, + That suffered for my sake;-- + Lord, may a love replying, + Within my soul awake. + + + + + I + + This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, + When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls, + For none but Thee the power of hell controls,-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + II + + There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring; + No heavenly messenger on speedy wing; + Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy cross we cling,-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + III + + Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai's hill; + Dark are the fears, our guilty souls that fill; + Help we have none,--O then, of Thy sweet will, + Have mercy, Lord. + + IV + + Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised,-- + Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised, + Who, at the hands of sinners was abased;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + V + + Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head; + Pierced for our sins, upon the cross He bled; + Life is His gift, Who liveth, and was dead;-- + Have mercy, Lord; + + VI + + Life, and to live, amid the bliss beyond, + Where souls beloved, to loving souls respond, + Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond,-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + + + + EASTER + + + + + I + + Lo, in its brightness the morning arising, + Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread; + Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising, + Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled. + + II + + Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking, + Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom; + Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking, + Free from death's bands Thou did'st rise from the tomb. + + III + + Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty, + See not the Master arise in His might; + Hear not the call to the doing of duty, + Know not the rapture that thrills in the light. + + IV + + Morn speaks of life,--let us rise to new living, + Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives, + Give to the world what the morning is giving, + Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives. + + V + + Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,-- + Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel; + Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising, + Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell. + + + + + I + + In the dark of early morn, + Ere the light dispelled the gloom, + Came the hearts with sorrow torn, + Weeping to the lonely tomb. + + II + + Brought they aromatics rare + Culled from every choicest stem, + And from gardens blooming fair + Round thy slopes, Jerusalem. + + III + + Ah, the thoughts that filled the mind, + As they journeyed all alone, + For the Blessed Lord was kind, + And they loved Him as their own. + + IV + + Glistening in the morning grey, + Whence those garments fairer far + Than the light that hails the day + In the glorious morning star? + + V + + List! their voices, heavenly, sweet, + As the light clad angels say, + Come, behold in reverence meet, + Where the risen Master lay. + + VI + + Hail the gladness, hail the day, + Bring no spices, bring no tears; + Death has lost its power to slay, + And the grave is reft of fears. + + + + + I + + Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks, + And earth awakes from all the woeful past, + For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes, + And sin and death into the grave are cast. + + II + + Glory to God! The cross with all its shame, + Now sheds its glory o'er a ransomed world; + For He Who bore the burden of our blame, + With pierced hands the foe to hell hath hurled. + + III + + Glory to God! Sing ransomed souls again,-- + And let your songs our glorious Victor laud, + Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant's chain, + And set us free to rise with Him to God. + + IV + + Darkness and night farewell! the morn is here; + Welcome! the light that ushers in the day; + Visions of joy before our sight appear, + And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away. + + V + + Great Son of God, Immortal, and renowned! + Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow; + Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned, + For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now. + + + + + I + + Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb, + And ere the dawn upon the earth had broke, + The Light of lights had burst upon its gloom, + When He, our Light, from death's dark sleep awoke. + + II + + Were there no eyes to gaze upon the sight? + No hearts to sing, when sundered was the prison? + Watchers there were, who lingered through the night, + Angels who said, "The Master hath arisen." + + III + + Where now its sting, since death itself is dead? + Where now the power that held the captive bound? + Weave laurels gay to crown the Victor's head, + Sing carols loud till earth and heaven resound. + + IV + + Break, happy morn! and let the world be glad, + Night is no more, and all our fears are gone; + Joy fills the souls that erstwhile had been sad, + Hope fills the tomb, where hope had never shone. + + V + + Sleepers, awake! The Christ from death awoke, + Break into song, and let the silence sing, + Speak to the world what language never spoke, + Bring from a tomb what mourners cannot bring. + + VI + + Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb, + Hope in our souls is shining as the sun; + Clouds bring no fear, for in the deepest gloom, + Rest we in faith,--the Victory is won. + + + + + I + + Rise, O glorious orb of day,-- + Christ no longer fills the grave, + He hath risen with power to save,-- + Rise, and clear our night away. + + II + + Day, by seer and psalmist sung, + Gladdest day for earth and heaven, + For the Christ, Whom God had given, + Hath the power from hades wrung. + + III + + Clouds of darkness, bow the head, + Weep in raindrops in the night! + Sorrow now is chased from sight, + For the living Christ was dead. + + IV + + Heaven above, and earth below,-- + Men and angels raise the strain, + Death could not the Christ retain,-- + Let your praises endless flow. + + V + + Ah, the spear, the thorns, the nails, + Ah, the dying and the death, + And the slow expiring breath,-- + But the suffering Christ prevails. + + VI + + Where can death bestow his prey? + Can he hold the Lord of life? + Better he had shirked the strife, + Than have lost his power for aye. + + VII + + Rise, O glorious orb of day! + Christ no longer fills the grave, + He hath risen with power to save,-- + Rise, and clear our night away. + + + + + ASCENSION + + + + + {anabas eis hypsos.} + + Ascension. + + + I + + Borne on the clouds the Christ arose + To where the light celestial glows, + Till, farther than the eye could view, + He passed the heavenly portals through. + + II + + Ended the weary life below, + The painful toil, the grief, the woe; + The conflict of the cross is past, + And sin and death are slain at last. + + III + + Now, list the heavenly song begun + By hosts in garments like the sun; + Lift up, lift up your heads, ye gates! + The glorious King an entrance waits. + + IV + + Ascended Christ! in mercy yet, + Think of the hearts on Olivet, + And in Thy wondrous grace restore + Thy living Presence gone before. + + V + + And let the Spirit's aid revive + Our waiting souls that faithful strive, + Till from our Olivet we soar, + To dwell with Thee for evermore. + + + + + {arate pylas.} + + + I + + Lift up the gates, + The Lord of heaven appears; + Thrust wide the doors, + The King of glory nears; + The throne is His Whose arm of might + O'erthrew the tyrant in the fight. + + II + + Lift up the gates,-- + The gates of hades fell; + Thrust wide the doors, + He burst the doors of hell, + And prisoners in the dark abode, + Exulting, hailed the Son of God. + + III + + Lift up the gates,-- + No power His might can meet; + Thrust wide the doors, + The foe is at His feet; + The path is cleared, the prize is won, + Enter, Thou all-victorious Son. + + IV + + Lift up the gates,-- + They come who welcome win; + Thrust wide the doors, + And let His followers in; + They come from toil and conflict long, + Ten thousand times ten thousand strong. + + V + + Lift up the gates,-- + Still valiant deeds are done; + Thrust wide the doors, + For laurels yet are won; + And when the victor sheathes his sword, + Receive the follower of his Lord. + + + + + I + + Borne on the wings of light, + Behold the Lord ascend, + Up to the portals bright + Where heavenly powers attend, + And fling the gates of glory wide, + While praises rise like flowing tide. + + II + + Back to the Father's bliss + From war and strife below, + From toil and loneliness + 'Mid scenes of sin and woe;-- + Loud plaudits hail the Victor now, + Who comes with triumph on His brow. + + III + + Lord, in the peace of heaven, + Far from our toil and pain, + Think of the promise given, + And come to us again;-- + Remember, Thou, the toilsome road, + That brought Thee to Thy blest abode. + + IV + + And see the toils we bear, + And hear the prayers we send; + In answer to our prayers, + Our needy souls befriend;-- + We need not languish in the night, + Though heaven receive Thee from our sight. + + 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 + + "Lo, I am with you to the end," + Thus speaks the promise of our Lord; + O Spirit of the Christ, descend, + Fulfil to us the gracious word. + + + + + I + + Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm + Our troubled souls, and give them rest; + And with His touch, like healing balm, + Allay the pain of the distressed. + + II + + We hear the promise Thou did'st make + To lone disciples long ago, + And peace and hope our souls o'ertake, + And joy dispels our brooding woe. + + III + + Now let us feel the Spirit's power, + And let us hear His gracious word; + Fulfil to us this holy hour + The promise of our dying Lord. + + IV + + Come, Holy Ghost, with warmth of love, + With light of hope, and calm of peace, + And raise our sense bound souls above + The mocking joys of earth that cease. + + + + + I + + O God, the Holy Ghost, + Thou Lord of light appear, + And, as of old, at Pentecost, + Come to us, waiting here; + And let the darkness that enshrouds, + Pass from our souls like passing clouds. + + II + + O God, the Holy Ghost-- + The choicest gifts are Thine; + Grant us the grace we covet most, + And virtues most divine; + And with Thy purifying fire, + Consume, we pray, our vain desire. + + III + + O God, the Holy Ghost, + With strength our weakness brace, + That e'en the threatenings of a host + We may with courage face; + And put satanic power to flight, + That bears upon our souls with might. + + IV + + O God, the Holy Ghost, + Our soul's enduring Friend, + For all the gifts of Pentecost + Our grateful songs ascend;-- + Thee, with the Father, and the Son + We worship, glorious Three in One. + + + + + VARIOUS + + + + + {en Iordanę, baptizomenou sou Kyrie,} + + {hę tęs Triados ephanerôthę proskynęsis;} + + _Epiphany_, January 6 + + + I + + When Jesus to the Jordan came + To honour there the rite divine, + Then, to the world, His awful claim + Was witnessed by the Godhead Trine. + + II + + From heaven the Father's voice declared + His pleasure and paternal love; + And lo! the Holy Ghost appeared, + And wore the likeness of a Dove. + + III + + Thrice holy, Jesus Christ, art Thou, + By Father and by Spirit blessed; + We see Thee at the Jordan now, + And hear Thy Godhead there expressed. + + IV + + Now to the Father glory be, + And to the Son beloved by God, + And to the Spirit, endlessly, + In heaven and all the earth abroad. + + + + + {metemorphôthęs en tô orei Christe ho Theos,} + + {deixas tois mathętais sou tęn doxan sou, kathôs ędynanto.} + + _Transfiguration_, August 6 + + + I + + When on the mount the Lord appeared + Transfigured to the sight, + His countenance was like the sun, + His raiment glistened white. + + II + + But dull the minds, and dark the eyes, + On whom such glory shone; + They saw not God upon the mount, + They saw but man alone. + + III + + And when the dark and cloudy days + Of death and sorrow came, + What were their thoughts of Him who hung + Upon the cross of shame? + + IV + + They knew not that the God of Life + An offering yielded there, + And of His will endured for all + The load of sin He bare. + + V + + Lord, to the mount where Thou art seen + In all Thy glory bright, + Thy servants now would wend their way + To gaze upon the Light, + + VI + + And there behold, in glory clad, + The Light to mortals given, + That in the night that hid the cross, + Shone with the light of heaven. + + + + + {Idou, ho basileus sou erchetai.} + + Palm Sunday + + + I + + Behold, the King of Zion rides, + But not in vain array; + The people wave their goodly palms, + With garments strew the way; + And loud hosannas fill the air + From crowds that, surging, throng; + 'Tis meet to honour Him Who rides + With cheer, and shout, and song. + + II + + O Zion, of your God beloved, + The day of strife is nigh, + Yet comes He not with armour clad, + And sword upon His thigh; + The weapons of your mighty King + No other hand could wield, + The might of God is in His arm, + The will of God His shield. + + III + + See, on the cross, without the wall, + The King Immortal dies; + Not now hosannas fill the air,-- + The shouts of hell arise; + But in that hour of triumph, deemed, + Satanic might is slain, + For He Who bows the head in death, + Shall rise to life again. + + IV + + O Zion, hail your mighty King, + Your palms around Him wave, + And strew your garments in the way + Of Him Who rides to save; + And when He mounts His regal throne, + By bloody conflict won, + Give homage to the King of heaven, + God's One Eternal Son. + + + + + {agallesthô ta drymou.} + + Elevation of the Cross + + Menaeon, Sept. 14 + + + I + + Waving in the autumn breeze, + Clap your hands, ye forest trees, + For the arms that now entwine + Needy souls, were stretched on thine. + + II + + And the cross that bore the weight + Of the Christ, Creator great, + By the power that still remains, + All the universe sustains. + + III + + Emblem, by the Church adored; + Might, that wields the kingly sword; + Glory, of the ransomed host; + Agony, of spirits lost. + + IV + + Cross of Christ! we lift our eyes + And behold the sacrifice; + For the arms that now entwine + Needy souls, were stretched on thine. + + + + + Judgment + + + I + + When in the clouds of heaven + The Lord, the Judge, appears, + When memory brings my sin to light, + And conscience fills with fears,-- + In mercy, Lord, have mercy then, + Nor rank my soul with wicked men. + + II + + I have no plea to give, + The sin is all my own, + I cannot bear the searching glance + Nor for that sin atone; + I can alone that mercy crave,-- + O Lord, Thine erring servant save. + + III + + Didst Thou not come to earth? + Didst Thou not die for me? + And all my sin in mercy bear + Upon the awful tree? + I claim that sacrifice, and pray, + Turn not my erring soul away. + + IV + + The record of my sin, + In mercy, Lord, remove, + And to a place at Thy right hand + Call Thou my soul, in love; + That love divine I make my plea, + O may that love encircle me. + + + + + {ton piston oiketęn sou, anapauson} + + {hôs eusplanchnos.} + + Burial of a priest + + + I + + Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace, + Dwell in His courts, and gaze upon His face, + Know nought of toil, of weariness, or woe, + They rest who serve, not weary, as below. + + II + + Rest in the Lord, the strife of war is past, + Wear now the wreath of victory at last; + E'en death is slain,--the cross of Christ sufficed, + Death is not death, to those who live in Christ. + + III + + Rest in the Lord, the goal of life is won, + To thee 'tis given to hear the glad "Well done"; + Great their reward, who, till their Lord appear, + Serve in the vineyard of the Master, here. + + IV + + Rest in the Lord; none can His honour claim, + They honour have, who honour most His name; + Thine this reward who counted gain but loss, + Nor felt it shame to glory in the cross. + + V + + Rest in the Lord; swift comes the happy time, + When we who strive shall reach Thy fairer clime; + Christ, give us welcome when the toil is past, + And bring us to the bliss of heaven, at last. + + + + + {makaria hę hodos, hę poreuę sęmeron, hoti} + + {hętoimasthę soi topos anapauseôs.} + + Burial of a layman + + + I + + Thou dost not pass a lonesome way, + O soul released from mortal coil,-- + Thou leav'st behind the weight and toil, + And thou art blessed of God to-day. + + II + + The path thou treadest He hath trod + Whom heaven received from death's abode,-- + He knows each turning of the road + That brings the unburdened soul to God. + + III + + It is not dark, it is not sad, + It is not haunted now with fear,-- + The saints have found it full of cheer, + For with His comfort they were glad. + + IV + + Yea, with His presence thou art blest, + And light upon the path is shed, + For lo, He liveth Who was dead, + And thou art journeying to thy rest. + + V + + 'Tis we, not thou, who are distressed, + For, blessed, blessed, is the way, + O soul, thou journeyest to-day, + That leads to everlasting rest. + + + + + Psalm I + + + I + + The man who erring counsel shuns, + Nor strays where sinners meet, + But in the law of God delights + In meditation sweet, + Shall reap the happiness of those + To whom the Lord His favour shews. + + II + + As tree beside the water brooks + Whose leaf unfading lives, + And when the time appointed comes, + A bounteous fruitage gives;-- + So shall he prosper all his days, + Whose hope is in God's law always. + + III + + Not so the wicked,--they are chaff + Before the wind that flies, + Nor could they stand His searching glance, + Should God in judgment rise; + For known to God are all the right, + But wicked men shall perish quite. + + + + + Psalm II + + Morning + + + I + + Lord, a band of foes increasing + Terror to my heart would bring; + For they tell my soul unceasing, + That no help from God can spring. + + II + + Yet Thou art my shield about me, + Till the time of strife is past; + And though cruel foes may flout me, + Thou wilt hear my prayer at last. + + III + + On my couch when night was falling, + Lay I down devoid of fear; + And when morning light was calling, + I awoke, for thou wert near. + + IV + + Tens of thousands round my dwelling + Stand arrayed to do me harm; + But my trust when foes are swelling, + Rests in Thine almighty arm. + + V + + Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious, + Hast the might of sin o'erthrown, + And amid Thy triumph glorious, + Bless the people Thou dost own. + + + + + Psalm XXVII + + Verses 1-6 + + + I + + Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art, + No fear afflicts my trusting heart + When, all secure in Thee + As in a fortress I repose, + And evil men, my direst foes, + Are baulked that trouble me, + + II + + Hosts may encamp on every side, + And pallid fear the trust deride + That saves me from affright; + But in the Lord my hope shall last, + Till noise of war and strife are past, + And flee the powers of night. + + III + + To God I make this chief request, + That I in His abode may rest + Through all my earthly days, + To mark its comeliness and grace, + And see the beauty of His face, + Whose love inspires my praise. + + IV + + There shall I dwell unseen by all, + Secure when days of trouble call, + And evil doers mock; + And He shall hide me in His tent, + Till all the wrath of man is spent + As tempests on a rock. + + V + + Therefore to Thee my praise I'll give, + And joyful offerings while I live + My grateful soul shall bring; + For Thou my foes hast beaten down, + With victory Thou my head dost crown, + And tun'st my heart to sing. + + + + + Morning + + + I + + From the hills the light is streaming, + Hail, the gladsome morn! + Earth with busy life is teeming, + For the day is born. + + II + + Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying + On a fairer day, + All creation beautifying + With Thy glorious ray. + + III + + Weary eyes the hills are scanning + For the early gleam; + Souls, Thy long delay unmanning, + Sleep, and idly dream. + + IV + + Ah, my soul, be up and doing, + Life will soon be done, + Night, the day is close pursuing + To the setting sun. + + V + + And the day of God shall waken + To the soul with fear, + If, the call of life forsaken, + We are slumbering here. + + VI + + From the hills the light is streaming, + Hail the gladsome morn! + And the light of God is beaming,-- + This, His day, is born. + + + + + Evening + + + I + + The day declines to night, + The shadows lengthening fall, + And see, the deepening purple light + Throws on the hills its pall;-- + Lord, be our Light when suns decline, + And in our souls unclouded shine. + + II + + Still is the eventide,-- + Calm is the soft repose, + When earthly toil is laid aside, + And eyelids drooping, close; + Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess, + In everlasting restfulness. + + III + + Night of my life draws near; + Lord, when the light departs, + Be all to me that Thou hast been + To other trusting hearts, + And in the calm that night bestows, + Let me in peace with Thee repose. + + IV + + The night gives place to morn, + The gloom shall pass away, + And an eternal day be born, + Whose sun shall shine for aye; + Lord, wake me when the morn is come, + And let me find with Thee my home. + + + + + The New Year + + +All-embracing as the Greek Service Books are, curiously enough, strictly +speaking, they contain no Thanksgiving services. It has been left for the +Russian Church to make them for the Greeks to imitate. + +The models of the Ectene and Litanies are found in the Euchologion, at +vespers, but adaptations of their petitions to every eventuality in human +life, are the work of Russians, whose names, however, have not been +preserved. Here is an example from the Thanksgiving service for the New +Year. + + I + + Lord, let us feel that Thou art near, + And while we pray, in mercy hear; + Crown with Thy love the opening year;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + II + + Of Thy benignity, we pray, + Thy gracious Spirit grant alway, + Our strife and discord to allay;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + III + + May peace our inmost soul possess, + And in our lives our converse bless, + With unaffected kindliness;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + IV + + Our sinful past, we here repent, + With tears our wayward course lament, + Now, let Thy pardoning grace be sent;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + V + + As seasons come, Good Lord ordain + That we the fruits of earth obtain, + Send us the sunshine and the rain;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + VI + + With strength Thy Holy Church endue, + The anger of her foes subdue, + The offerings of Thy grace renew;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + + + + Harvest Hymn + + + I + + Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation, + Heaven tells His glory, earth His bounty shews; + Lowly He sought us, and won for us salvation, + Grace fills our lives with goodness He bestows. + _Refrain._ + Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, + Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. + + II + + Spring time and harvest, and cloud and summer gladness, + Come to our earth because His promise lives; + Morn smiles with beauty, and evening soothes our sadness;-- + Such are the treasures that His bounty gives. + _Refrain._ + + III + + Spring time is now, and summer with its beauty; + Brightness and sadness here alternate come; + Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty, + Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home. + _Refrain._ + + IV + + Then when the angels, the reapers at the ending, + Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown, + May we with gladness, angel toil attending, + Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home. + _Refrain._ + Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, + Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. + + + + + PENITENCE AND LOVE + + + + + I + + Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul, + And with my grief would shame my sin away; + But tears no virtue have to make me whole, + Nor sorrow power to end sin's hateful sway. + + II + + But yet the heart in sore distress that sighs, + Looks to the Christ His succour to impart; + And God receives the pleasing sacrifice, + A broken spirit, and a contrite heart. + + III + + Nailed to the cross I see my Saviour bleed,-- + This is the sacrifice my soul requires; + Here is the cleansing, and the power I need, + To quell the rising of my vain desires. + + IV + + Speak to my heart, O Jesus Christ, Who came + Fired by Thy love, an offering for sin; + And by a love enkindled at that flame, + Win me forever from the self within. + + + + + I + + O God of love, on bended knee, + We, guilty sinners, call on Thee; + Now, by the cross that Jesus bore, + Extend Thy mercy, we implore. + + II + + We have no plea to urge but this, + Our own exceeding sinfulness, + And all the love to sinners shown + Who claim His merits as their own. + + III + + Ah, weary with the toil of sin, + We seek Thy matchless grace to win; + Lord, break the fetters that enslave, + And let us know Thy power to save. + + IV + + Rise on the darkness of the way + That leads from night to perfect day, + And let the joy that light awakes + Possess the soul that sin forsakes. + + V + + O Christ, to Thee our praise ascends, + Whose love the needy soul befriends; + For, by Thy cross our souls are free + To love and praise, eternally. + + + + + I + + O God, in mercy hear, + I lift my cry to Thee, + And let Thy gracious help be sent + In my perplexity; + But Thou art far away, + And I am filled with shame, + I cannot see Thy blessed face, + And fear to name Thy name. + + II + + And now a sense of guilt + Inspires me with dismay,-- + I know that none on earth can take + That awful load away; + 'Tis mine, the sin, 'tis mine, + And mine the guilt to bear, + The awful burden of the blame, + The cloud of dark despair. + + III + + Is there no balm to heal? + No pity that can bless?-- + O God, Who art so far away, + Be near in my distress; + And heed the tears I shed, + And hear my woeful cry; + And since there is no hand to help, + Come Thou in mercy nigh. + + IV + + 'Twas then a voice I heard,-- + It came in winning tone, + Across my night, from far away, + To where I prayed alone; + It told me of a love, + That sought me long ago, + And on the cross my burden bore, + Of sin, and guilt, and woe. + + V + + O blessed cross of Christ! + Thou hast my need supplied, + For there, upon thy outstretched arms + I see the Crucified; + And He has sin to bear, + That none can call His own,-- + O Christ, the sin and guilt Thou bor'st, + Are mine, are mine, alone. + + + + + I + + Come to the Christ in tears, + And in His hearing tell + Thy sins, and griefs, and fears, + The wants He knoweth well; + Fear not to bring a large request, + He gives, and giveth of His best. + + II + + Come to the Christ in tears: + The contrite heart He wills; + And every prayer He hears, + And every vessel fills;-- + We never ask, and sigh unblest, + He gives, and giveth of His best. + + III + + Come to the Christ in tears;-- + As when the clouds depart + A glorious light appears-- + So joy shall flood the heart; + They cannot weep who share His grace, + And see the smiling of His face. + + + + + I + + Forgive my heart its vain regrets, + And, as I cast my eyes behind, + Subdue the spirit, Lord, that frets, + Because the light with dark is twined. + + II + + I cannot understand the way + By which unerring wisdom leads; + Nor do I know for what to pray, + Unconscious of my deepest needs. + + III + + Thou, Whose almighty power upholds + The stars that in their courses move,-- + Whose eye creation's need beholds + To prompt the outflow of Thy love;-- + + IV + + Teach me in calm content to live + 'Mid all the changes life contains, + Assured that, love and wisdom give + The blessing that for aye remains. + + V + + And in the darkness and the light, + And in the gladness and the pain, + Make me to know that all is right, + And every loss my truest gain. + + + + + {porrhô ekpheuxômetha kosmou, hapan to hamartęma.} + + + I + + Far let me flee from worldly sin, + Nor look behind, but onward press; + Lest the deceit that lurks within, + Should link the soul to worldliness. + + II + + Ah! whither shall I flee, my God? + There is no refuge but in Thee, + And Thy command exceeding broad, + Condemns my soul's perversity. + + III + + But in Thy grace my troubled soul + Would find forgiveness freely given; + And in Thy Spirit's firm control, + A power to lift me nearer heaven. + + IV + + Thus shall I flee from worldly sin, + Nor look behind, but onward press, + And daily fight, and daily win + The rich reward of righteousness. + + + + + I + + Lord of mercy, at Thy gate, + Needy souls imploring pray; + Have we come, Good Lord, too late? + Must we turn in grief away? + + II + + Young and old Thy mercy claim,-- + Some are early at the gate, + Some are late to own Thy name, + Surely none, though late, too late! + + III + + Blessed, who with morning sun, + Hopeful at Thy portals wait; + Yea, and when the day is done, + Blessed they who find the gate. + + IV + + Ah, Good Lord, when Thou wert here, + Homeless, in our world of sin, + Few, to give Thee warmth and cheer, + Called their weary Lord within. + + V + + Sad, repenting, full of fear, + Hoping, doubting, still we wait; + As we call, in mercy hear;-- + Open, Lord, to us the gate. + + + + + I + + Burdened with a heavy load, + Lord, we come, for Thou art calling; + Rough and toilsome is the road, + And the night around is falling. + + II + + Sin, the burden that we bear, + Fills us with a dread to meet Thee; + Yet, we yield not to despair, + But for mercy would entreat Thee. + + III + + From the cross a glorious light + Falls upon our path to cheer us; + And a hope on pinions bright + Hovers, in the darkness, near us. + + IV + + For the sake of Him Who bore + All the sin, we come lamenting, + Let Thy pardon now restore + Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting. + + + + + I + + Lord of a countless throng, + Fair as the stars of night, + Won from the thrall of cruel wrong + Back to the good and right; + Thine is the praise they sing, + Lord of their souls, and King. + + II + + Thine was the love that sought + Far as their wanderings led; + Thine was the wondrous grace that brought + Life to the faint and dead; + Pardon for all the past, + Peace that shall endless last. + + III + + Lord of a countless throng + Sworn to be faithful aye, + When, in the power that makes them strong, + They stand in evil day; + Make us by grace, we pray, + Loyal and brave as they. + + + + + I + + Let all the world abroad + In cheerful praise unite + To bless the name of God, + Creator, Lord of might. + + II + + He made the sea and land, + The pastures rolling wide, + The mountains towering, grand, + The streams that ceaseless glide; + + III + + The cattle on the hills, + The flocks afield that rove, + The birds, whose music fills + The silence of the grove; + + IV + + The heavens that, day and night, + His matchless power declare, + The sun and moon, whose light + Illumines everywhere. + + V + + Let man, creation's lord, + His rightful homage give + To Him Whose mighty word + First called his soul to live. + + VI + + And with the heavenly host, + Our Sovereign Lord adore, + And Son, and Holy Ghost, + Both now, and evermore. + + + + + I + + Thou Saviour of our sinful race, + We sing the fulness of Thy grace; + Lord, as our songs in rapture soar, + On us Thy loving-kindness pour. + + II + + There is no merit of our own, + No plea to offer, save alone + That Thou hast died upon the tree, + To set our sin-bound spirits free. + + III + + O, when the world, in awful fear, + Beholds the Judge of all appear, + Be this our joy on that dread day, + That Christ hath borne our sins away. + + IV + + When in the land of bliss divine, + Our souls in robes of beauty shine, + This be our song before the throne, + Not ours the beauty, Thine alone. + + V + + To Thee, O God, be glory given, + And to the Christ, the King of heaven; + And to the Holy Spirit, blest, + Be praise for evermore exprest. + + + + + I + + Where the Lord reveals His presence, + Glory lights the sacred place, + And the soul in adoration + Falls before the throne of grace. + + II + + Seraphim, and saints in wonder, + Lift their songs where Christ is set, + And employ, in sacred homage, + Harp, and palm, and coronet. + + III + + Light of lights, no light approacheth,-- + Sun, nor moon, nor stars of night, + Flood the noon-tide and the darkness + With such radiance of delight. + + IV + + Beauty of the King Immortal! + Ere we rise to where Thou art, + Let the glory of Thy presence + Chase the darkness from our heart. + + + + + I + + O Love of God, surpassing far + The loves that human hearts unite, + Far from our ken as yonder star + That sheds its radiance on the night; + + II + + High as the heavens, and deep as hell, + Broad as the world's infinite need,-- + None but the Christ that love can tell, + And none its winning power impede. + + III + + Glory to God! that love exprest + Came in the gift our need required, + And in the Christ our lives are blest, + And by His love are souls inspired. + + IV + + And from the manger to the cross, + And at the noon-day and the night, + He bore the burden of our loss, + Nor shunned the anguish and despite. + + V + + And 'twas the love of God He showed, + When, crowned with shame, He meekly died;-- + No gifts by bleeding love bestowed, + So great as Jesus crucified. + + + + + I + + O God of our salvation, + Who in Thy glorious might, + Didst speak, and all creation + Arose from brooding night; + And chaos, and confusion, + To form and order sped, + While lo! in rich profusion + The earth its beauty spread. + + II + + O God of our salvation, + Thy word hath still its power, + And souls in desolation + Are lying at this hour; + Speak as of old, and banish + The chaos and the night, + And bid their sorrows vanish + Before Thy glorious light. + + III + + O God of our salvation, + Thy Word our Flesh became; + To free from condemnation + He bore our human name, + And spoke to us confiding + Of all the Father willed; + And we, with Him abiding, + Are with His fulness filled. + + IV + + O God of our salvation, + Thou, Christ, in mercy come, + And make Thy new creation + Thine everlasting home; + And in our hearts abiding, + And in Thy Church adored, + Still speak the word confiding, + O Jesus Christ, our Lord. + + + + + I + + O Jesus, when my guilty fears + My wakened soul distress, + And Judgment for the past appears + In all its awfulness,-- + Bid gathering clouds asunder roll, + And shed Thy sunshine in my soul. + + II + + When from their long-forgotten grave + My guilty deeds arise, + And terror proves me yet the slave + My soul would fain despise,-- + From stings of memory heal my soul, + And free me from sin's dire control. + + III + + O Lord, in Whom my hope is set, + I look in faith to Thee; + From sin, and guilt, and sad regret, + My soul in mercy free;-- + For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust, + And lie, repenting, in the dust. + + + + + I + + Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me; + Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee; + Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine + Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine. + + II + + Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree; + I marvel at the love there shown for me + All loveless, and to sin and self a slave;-- + Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave. + + III + + Now in its wonder would my soul arise, + Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes, + Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside, + And wore its shame, and for its purchase died; + + IV + + And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim + In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name; + In loving service, for such service given, + Here upon earth, and yonder in Thy heaven. + + V + + Lord, I am Thine, Thy love hath won my soul; + Now shall my life obey such sweet control;-- + No, not mine own, the purchase is complete, + I bring my all to lay it at Thy feet. + + + + + ASPIRATIONS + + + + + I + + Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold, + And, 'mid the glory that like sunset dies, + Fair to the sight the wondrous bliss unfold + That lives in beauty under cloudless skies. + + II + + And let our ears the things unuttered hear, + That silent voices to the soul can tell; + That heart can whisper when a heart is near + Of love that scorns in uttered tones to dwell. + + III + + Teach us to know that things unseen are real, + That earth no bloom of fadeless beauty gives, + That far beyond the things that sense can feel, + The joy of being, and of having, lives. + + IV + + Lord Who hast risen, nor left the world behind, + Daily incline our sense-bound souls to soar, + Till 'mong the things all hidden we may find + Possessions that abide for evermore. + + + + + I + + Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing, + And let their tones responsive echoes call,-- + There's more to cheer us than our senses bring, + And sweeter anthems than from mortals fall. + + II + + Saints in the land where sin is all unknown, + Where care nor sorrow can the light subdue, + Dwell in the glory of the heavenly throne, + And voice new praise, for wonders ever new. + + III + + Wake to their praise, and let us blend with theirs + Songs that shall travel to a fairer clime; + Glad as the morn, and hallowed by our prayers, + Offerings of duty from the realm of time. + + VI + + One, we are one with victors gone before; + Songs that are ours, were theirs when in the strife; + Theirs shall be ours when, all our striving o'er, + Christ gives us entrance to immortal life. + + + + + I + + Bring to the Christ your fears, + And tell your sorrows there, + The faintest cry he hears, + And every faltering prayer; + He knows your weight of woe, + Who dwelt with us below. + + II + + With thought of sin opprest, + Does conscience smite thee sore? + There is a place of rest, + Where sin afflicts no more; + See, where the blood was spilt, + The cross hath borne thy guilt. + + III + + Think you of former bliss, + Of happier, sunnier hours, + When fragrant joys you miss, + Bestrewed your path like flowers? + With Christ more joys abound, + Than can on earth be found. + + IV + + Mourn you a heart estranged, + Once kind, but now grown cold? + A happy friendship changed, + Now that the years are old? + There is a Friend above, + And His, a lasting love. + + V + + Is there an empty room + Where silence broods alone, + All curtained round with gloom, + Where once the sunlight shone? + Hearts that are linked below, + In Christ no parting know. + + VI + + Bring then to Christ your fears, + And tell your sorrows there, + The faintest cry He hears, + And every faltering prayer; + He knows your weight of woe, + Who dwelt with us below. + + + + + I + + Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul, + And bid its doubting cease, + Speak to the crested waves that roll, + To sink in quiet peace; + And bring me to a place of rest, + A haven calm and still, + Where every soul by sin distressed, + May dwell secure from ill. + + II + + Ah! Thou wert once, my Blessed Lord, + By surging waters pressed, + But Thou didst speak th' almighty word + And laidst them still at rest; + And 'gainst Thy soul the wrath of sin + Its tempest fury cast, + But Thou didst stand, serene within, + Till all the storm had passed. + + III + + O Christ, the hiding-place of those + Who face the blinding blast, + And battle with a myriad woes + That sweep in fury past; + Be Thou my comfort and defence, + While storm fiends wildly cry,-- + My star of hope when night is dense, + And dangers round me lie. + + + + + I + + Surpassing great the gift of God + To erring mortals given, + A way that, from their dark abode, + Leads to the light of heaven. + + II + + O Christ Who art the living way, + Plant Thou my feet therein, + And lead me lest I go astray + In luring paths of sin. + + III + + Too long I've found a sad delight + In wandering from Thy care, + Nor feared the sudden fall of night, + The darkness, and the snare. + + IV + + O Jesus Christ, to Thee my soul + In conscious weakness clings; + Teach me to seek the kind control + That peace and safety brings. + + V + + And lead me upwards day by day, + Till, night and danger past, + I reach by Thee the living way, + The Father's house at last. + + + + + I + + My hope is firmly set + On Him Whose truth abides; + The lights of earth may fade and die, + The hopes of earth despairing fly,-- + No fear my heart betides. + + II + + My love its ardour finds + In Him Whose love is strong, + Who bought me with a price untold, + More than of silver or of gold, + And fills my heart with song. + + III + + My peace its calm attains + In Him Whose power defends; + My foes may sound a loud alarm, + I trust securely in the arm + He for my succour lends. + + IV + + My joy its gladness sings + In notes His voice awakes,-- + A joy no effort can attain, + That thrills alike in loss and gain, + And when the world forsakes. + + V + + Thou Christ art all I need, + Of all my bliss the spring; + More fulness in Thy grace is found, + Than when the corn and wine abound, + And all the world can bring. + + + + + I + + The time is drawing near, + It cannot tarry long, + When they who face the conflict here, + Shall join the glorious throng, + + Where gladness fills each heart, + And honour crowns each brow;-- + For tireless service fit me, Lord, + By willing service now. + + II + + Let no depressing thought + My brooding mind depress; + But let me hear, in winning tones, + What they who serve possess, + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + III + + Let sunshine flood the soul, + When threatening night descends, + That I may see the light serene + No sunset ever ends. + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + IV + + Let strength my spirit nerve, + That, with each labour done, + I may, like those who serve above, + See some new task begun; + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + V + + The time is drawing near,-- + Till that bright morning break, + May I, with those who see Thy face, + Thy will, my pleasure make: + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + + + + I + + I will not yield my sword, + I will not bow the knee, + But I would hear the blessed word + That calls my soul to Thee; + And through the din of war, + And in the midst of strife, + That word shall be the guiding star + To lead me on to life. + + II + + And in the midst of snares + Which subtle fingers lay, + I shall not stumble unawares + Upon the upward way; + But keep before my eyes + The goal before me set, + Lest I should miss the glorious prize + Which loyal victors get. + + III + + O Christ, Who art my King, + Thy cause I make mine own, + Till proud rebellious foes shall bring + Their homage to Thy throne; + Till then my heart revive + With courage brave and strong, + And steel my feeble arm to strive + Against the power of wrong. + + IV + + When from the fateful field + I hail my rightful King, + To Him my trusty sword I'll yield, + And all my trophies bring; + And He shall crown my head + With honours richer far + Than trophies from the conquered dead, + And all the spoils of war. + + + + + I + + If in the cause of right I must, + Do battle with the sword, + Then, let me follow Him I trust, + My chosen King and Lord. + + II + + As Captain in the mortal fight, + He knows the foe I fear; + His presence fires my soul with might, + And fills my heart with cheer. + + III + + If I should see Him ever near, + When blows unceasing fall, + I shall no flaunting banner fear, + Nor loudest battle call. + + IV + + And in the thickest of the strife, + No polished shaft I'll dread, + For He preserves my soul in life, + In battle shields my head. + + V + + No power shall in the fight prevail, + No subtle gin ensnare, + Though all the hosts of hell assail, + And guile the fraud prepare. + + VI + + Lord, gird me with Thy armour bright, + And lead me forth to win, + For I would battle for the right + Against the might of sin. + + + + + I + + The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer + His heart to God exprest; + And as they held sweet converse there, + His soul with peace was blest. + + II + + Far from the din of troubled life, + The tumult, and the swell, + A silence, stilling earthly strife, + Upon His spirit fell. + + III + + And there a voice whose soothing tone + The trusting spirit filled, + Came with that grace by which alone + Our great unrest is stilled. + + IV + + O may the blessed thought, divine, + That moved the Christ to prayer, + Our weary, anxious souls incline + Like peace and joy to share; + + V + + And on the mount where God is met, + May we the solace know, + That found His soul on Olivet, + Who shared our life below. + + + + + I + + Like music at the stilly hour, + When twilight veils the light of day, + A gentle voice, with winning power, + Allured me from the world away. + + II + + It made me sad, because I thought + That love undying I could spurn; + It made me glad, because it brought + A loving message in return. + + III + + Ah, then the Christ my sin revealed, + And bade me cast the barrier down, + And rise to things from eyes concealed, + More lasting than the world's renown. + + IV + + I found the pathway to the cross, + And lo, my blindness passed away, + For radiant sunlight swept across + The darkness that had led astray. + + V + + 'Twas then that Christ, in all His love, + In all His beauty won my soul;-- + Now, for the treasures stored above, + I thrust aside the world's control. + + + + + I + + O Lord, Thou in the hour of need, + Didst succour those who sought Thine aid,-- + The faint revive, the hungry feed,-- + And on the sick thine hand was laid. + + II + + Our needy souls Thy help would crave, + For faint they droop, and hungry pine,-- + Lord, from their mortal sickness save, + And heal them by Thy power divine. + + III + + Where memories weave a sombre web, + And sighs reveal the heart distressed, + Where joys that flowed, in murmurs ebb, + And buoyant souls are sore oppressed; + + IV + + Come as of yore, all helpful, come, + And let Thy loving kindness bless, + That, where the voice of praise is dumb, + Songs may arise of thankfulness. + + + + + I + + My harp upon the willows, grave, + In weeping days is sadly hung, + For, Lord, the joy Thy presence gave, + Is from my soul in anguish wrung. + + II + + I think upon the peaceful hours, + With Thy companionship to please; + But now the world is shorn of flowers, + And birds are mute among the trees. + + III + + Wilt Thou not come as morning light? + As spring that wakes the sleeping earth? + As zephyrs on the tuneless night, + To stir my soul to holy mirth? + + IV + + O matchless Love! for me expressed, + O gift of Love surpassing great! + Wake love responsive in my breast, + And make my drooping soul elate. + + V + + My heart is strung; up heart, proclaim + In joyful strains the Love divine, + That stooped from highest heaven, and came + To earth to save this soul of mine; + + VI + + To free my heart from carking cares, + From trusting aught to fleshly aid; + To shew me sin's seductive snares, + That for unwary feet are laid. + + VII + + Blest Spirit of my God, return, + And o'er my life resume Thy sway, + That love within my soul may burn, + And quicken joy from day to day. + + + + + I + + To Thee my soul enraptured sings, + O Thou, Immortal King of kings + Enthroned where glory shines; + The garland of the praises sweet, + That I would offer at Thy feet, + My grateful heart entwines. + + II + + More rare Thy beauty than the best + By highest heaven or earth possessed; + More radiant than the sun, + The glory shining from Thy face + That fills with light the holy place, + O Thou Immortal One! + + III + + Greater Thy might than lord of war,-- + Thy vast dominions stretch afar + Beyond a kingly sway; + Thy hand upholds the earth and sea, + And heaven, and all that therein be, + Thy wise decrees obey. + + IV + + But not by rule of power alone + Are subjects loyal to Thy throne, + Thy love their fealty wins,-- + A love that, by its winning grace + Allured our fallen, guilty race + From their rebellious sins. + + V + + Lord, by Thy cross that won my soul, + From bondage to benign control, + My every power possess; + That, daily, I my cross may bear, + And find, to serve Thee everywhere, + Is praising Thee the best. + + VI + + To Thee my soul enraptured sings, + O Thou Immortal King of kings, + But I would join the song, + Of myriad souls in realms of light, + Who praise their King by day and night, + Through all the ages long. + + + + + MODERN GREEK HYMNS + + + + + {Christos ho Logos me theoi sarkoumenos.} + + +The following is a close rendering of a hymn to Christ The Word, taken +from a collection of hymns to The Three One God, by Bishop Nektarios, +Metropolitan of Pentapolis (_vide_ Introduction, page xxi). The hymn, +which is in anapaests, is at page 10 of the author's collection, where it +bears the title, {Ôdę eis ton kyrion hęmôn Ięsoun Christon.} The volume +was published at Athens, 1909, and is one of many similar collections +written by hymn-writers in the communion of the Greek Church. + + I + + Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation + Links my nature to Thine own; + By Thy sore Humiliation, + I am lifted to Thy throne; + By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me + With a zeal to sacrifice, + And to noble life inspired me,-- + Hence my grateful songs arise. + + II + + Word of God! Thy Crucifixion + Hath upraised me from the earth; + By Thy death and dereliction, + Thou hast given me nobler birth; + By Thy Resurrection glorious, + Life immortal now I own,-- + Hence ascend my songs victorious + To Thy praise, O Christ the Son. + + III + + By Thy hand at the creation, + Thou didst form me from the ground, + And, to mark my kingly station, + With Thine image I was crowned; + And that hand, when pierced and bleeding, + Raised me from corruption's mire, + And, though all this love unheeding, + Decked me with divine attire. + + IV + + Thou who gav'st my soul its being, + Breathing in me life divine, + Didst, by Thine all-wise decreeing, + Unto death Thy life resign; + And from death my soul defending, + Thou didst sojourn with the dead, + That Thou mightst, my fetters rending, + Raise me up, Thou Glorious Head! + + V + + Shame be on your heads abiding, + Disobedient people now, + Who to death, and vile deriding, + Caused the Word of God to bow! + Shame! for death, nor powers infernal, + Nor the dark of hades' gloom, + Could retain the King Eternal + In the bondage of the tomb. + + + + + {Deute kai mimęsômetha en tę parousę heortę.} + + +Another rendering from the Greek of Bishop Nektarios. The original is on +page 68 of his collection, where it is entitled, {Hymnos eis tęn baptisin +tou kyriou hęmôn Ięsou Christou}. The hymn is obviously based on the +troparian and contakion for the Feast of the Theophany, or Epiphany +(January 6), and the contakion for the Feast of St. John Baptist (January +7). The latter contakion reads thus:-- + +"At Thy bodily presence Jordan was driven back in fear; John shook with +trembling as he fulfilled his prophetic ministry; the host of angels were +amazed at seeing the Baptized in the flesh, and all that were in the dark +shades [of hades] received light, and praised Thee Who hast appeared, and +hast lightened everything." (Menaeon, Venice edition, page 81.) + + I + + Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere, + And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear. + + II + + Lo, to the Jordan on this sacred day, + The Bridegroom from His chamber took His way. + + III + + Jordan affrighted, on its course was stayed; + The Baptist heard His voice and was dismayed. + + IV + + "How can I hold that sacred Head of Thine, + O Word of God, Immortal, and Divine?" + + V + + Then, from the Father, in the heaven above, + The Holy Ghost descended as a Dove. + + VI + + While on the Christ the dove-like form abode, + And Jordan's parted waters o'er Him flowed. + + VII + + "This is my Son," the Father spake from heaven, + "Who, for the lost of Adam's race was given." + + VIII + + Illumine us, we sing, O Christ the Lord, + Glory to Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word! + + + + + _BY THE SAME AUTHOR. Crown 8vo. Price 3/6 each nett._ + + +HYMNS OF THE APOSTOLIC CHURCH, being Centos and Suggestions from the +Service Books of the Holy Eastern Church. With Introduction, and +Historical and Biographical Notes. + +HYMNS FROM THE EAST, being Centos and Suggestions from the Service Books +of the Holy Eastern Church. With Introduction. + +HYMNS FROM THE GREEK OFFICE BOOKS, together with Centos and Suggestions. + +HYMNS OF THE HOLY EASTERN CHURCH, translated from the Service Books. With +Introductory Chapters on the History, Doctrine, and Worship of the +Church. + + Alexander Gardner, Paisley. + + +HYMNS OF THE GREEK CHURCH, translated, with Introduction and Notes. Cheap +edition. Crown 8vo. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hymns from the Morningland + Being Translations, Centos and Suggestions from the Service + Books of the Holy Eastern Church + +Author: Various + +Translator: John Brownlie + +Release Date: July 21, 2009 [EBook #29480] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND *** + + + + +Produced by Stephen Hutcheson and Charles Coulston + + + + + +</pre> + +<div id="cover" title="Hymns from the Morningland"> +<h1>HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND</h1> +</div> +<div id="home" class="titlepg" title="Title Page"> +<h1>HYMNS +<br />FROM THE MORNINGLAND</h1> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">BEING</span> +<br />TRANSLATIONS, CENTOS +<br />AND SUGGESTIONS +<br /><span class="small">FROM THE SERVICE BOOKS OF +<br />THE HOLY EASTERN CHURCH</span></p> +<p class="center"><span class="small">WITH INTRODUCTION</span> +<br /> +<br /><span class="smaller">BY</span> +<br />JOHN BROWNLIE, D.D.</p> +<p class="center"><i>Author of</i> +<br />“<i>Hymns and Hymn Writers of the Church Hymnary</i>” +<br />“<i>Hymns of the Greek Church</i>,” “<i>Hymns from the Greek Office Books</i>” +<br />“<i>Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church</i>” +<br /><i>&c., &c.</i></p> +<p class="center"><i>(SIXTH SERIES)</i></p> +<p class="center">PAISLEY: ALEXANDER GARDNER +<br /><span class="smaller"><b>Publisher by Appointment to the late Queen Victoria</b></span> +<br />1911</p> +</div> +<div id="publisher" title="Publisher's Mark"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_iv">[iv]</div> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">LONDON: +<br />SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO., LMD.</span></p> +<p class="center"><span class="smallest">PRINTED BY ALEXANDER GARDNER, PAISLEY.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="preface" title="Preface"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_v">[v]</div> +<h2>PREFACE</h2> +<p>This sixth series of hymns from the Greek +Offices is sent forth in the hope that some +of the flowers that bloom in the gardens of +the East, in which our Lord prayed and His +Apostles tilled, may serve to beautify the +homes of the faithful in Western lands. Cut +flowers lose their beauty and freshness soon, +but not infrequently their perfume remains; +and roots transplanted do not always continue +to put forth leaves and blossoms in that +richness which adorns them in their native +soil; but if in the case of the culled flowers, +which are here presented, some of their perfume +may chance to linger, it will probably +serve to suggest their original attractiveness. +That they may, in some capacity, be used to +adorn the worship of Christ in our sterner +clime, is the earnest prayer of the translator.</p> +<p class="jr1">J. B.</p> +<p class="t1-2"><span class="sc">Trinity Manse</span>, +<br /><span class="sc">Portpatrick</span>, <i>July, 1911</i>.</p> +</div> +<div id="index" title="Index of First Lines"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_vii">[vii]</div> +<h3>INDEX OF FIRST LINES</h3> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt class="small">PAGE</dt> +<dt><a class="sc" href="#intro">Introduction</a> xi</dt> +<dt class="scc">HYMNS</dt> +<dt><a href="#h01">My God, shall sin its power maintain</a> 3</dt> +<dt class="scl">Christmas—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h02">Hark! upon the morning breezes</a> 9</dd> +<dd><a href="#h03">Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills</a> 11</dd> +<dd><a href="#h04">Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now</a> 13</dd> +<dd><a href="#h05">Ye saints, exult with cheerful song</a> 15</dd> +<dd><a href="#h06">He came because the Father willed</a> 17</dd> +<dd><a href="#h07">Now the King Immortal</a> 19</dd> +<dd><a href="#h08">When o’er the world Augustus reigned</a> 21</dd> +<dd><a href="#h09">O Light resplendent of the morn</a> 23</dd> +<dt class="scl">Passiontide—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h10">O wounded hands and feet</a> 27</dd> +<dd><a href="#h11">When Jesus to the judgment hall</a> 29</dd> +<dd><a href="#h12">They brought Him to the hill of death</a> 31</dd> +<dd><a href="#h13">“Watch with Me,” the Master said</a> 33</dd> +<dd><a href="#h14">They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”</a> 35</dd> +<dd><a href="#h15">O darkest night that ever fell</a> 37</dd> +<dd><a href="#h16">Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies</a> 39</dd> +<dd><a href="#h17">O Son of God, afflicted</a> 41</dd> +<dd><a href="#h18">This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls,</a> 43</dd> +<dt class="scl">Easter—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h19">Lo, in its brightness the morning arising</a> 49</dd> +<dd><a href="#h20">In the dark of early morn</a> 51</dd> +<dd><a href="#h21">Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks</a> 53</dd> +<dd><a href="#h22">Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb</a> 55</dd> +<dd><a href="#h23">Rise, O glorious orb of day</a> 58</dd> +<dt class="scl">Ascension—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h24">Borne on the clouds, the Christ arose</a> 63</dd> +<dd><a href="#h25">Lift up the gates</a> 65</dd> +<dd><a href="#h26">Borne on the wings of light</a> 67</dd> +<dt class="scl">Pentecost—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h27">Like the beams that from the sun</a> 71</dd> +<dd><a href="#h28">Come, Holy Ghost, in might</a> 73</dd> +<dd><a href="#h29">Spirit of God, in love descend</a> 75</dd> +<dd><a href="#h30">Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm</a> 77</dd> +<dd><a href="#h31">O God, the Holy Ghost</a> 78</dd> +<dt class="scl">Various—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h32">When Jesus to the Jordan came</a> 83</dd> +<dd><a href="#h33">When on the mount the Lord appeared</a> 85</dd> +<dd><a href="#h34">Behold, the King of Zion rides</a> 87</dd> +<dd><a href="#h35">Waving in the autumn breeze</a> 89</dd> +<dd><a href="#h36">When in the clouds of heaven</a> 91</dd> +<dd><a href="#h37">Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace</a> 93</dd> +<dd><a href="#h38">Thou dost not pass a lonesome way</a> 95</dd> +<dd><a href="#h39">The man who erring counsel shuns</a> 97</dd> +<dd><a href="#h40">Lord, a band of foes increasing</a> 99</dd> +<dd><a href="#h41">Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art</a> 101</dd> +<dd><a href="#h42">From the hills the light is streaming</a> 103</dd> +<dd><a href="#h43">The day declines to night</a> 105</dd> +<dd><a href="#h44">Lord, let us feel that Thou art near</a> 107</dd> +<dd><a href="#h45">Come, praise with gladness, the Lord of all creation</a> 109</dd> +<dt class="scl">Penitence and Love—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h46">Now, with my weeping would I cleanse my soul</a> 115</dd> +<dd><a href="#h47">O God of love, on bended knee</a> 117</dd> +<dd><a href="#h48">O God, in mercy hear</a> 119</dd> +<dd><a href="#h49">Come to the Christ in tears</a> 122</dd> +<dd><a href="#h50">Forgive my heart its vain regrets</a> 124</dd> +<dd><a href="#h51">Far let me flee from worldly sin</a> 126</dd> +<dd><a href="#h52">Lord of mercy, at Thy gate</a> 128</dd> +<dd><a href="#h53">Burdened with a heavy load</a> 130</dd> +<dd><a href="#h54">Lord of a countless throng</a> 132</dd> +<dd><a href="#h55">Let all the world abroad</a> 134</dd> +<dd><a href="#h56">Thou Saviour of our sinful race</a> 136</dd> +<dd><a href="#h57">Where the Lord reveals His presence</a> 138</dd> +<dd><a href="#h58">O love of God, surpassing far</a> 140</dd> +<dd><a href="#h59">O God of our salvation</a> 142</dd> +<dd><a href="#h60">O Jesus, when my guilty fears</a> 144</dd> +<dd><a href="#h61">Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me</a> 146</dd> +<dt class="scl">Aspirations—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h62">Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold</a> 151</dd> +<dd><a href="#h63">Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing</a> 153</dd> +<dd><a href="#h64">Bring to the Christ your fears</a> 155</dd> +<dd><a href="#h65">Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul</a> 158</dd> +<dd><a href="#h66">Surpassing great the gift of God</a> 160</dd> +<dd><a href="#h67">My hope is firmly set</a> 162</dd> +<dd><a href="#h68">The time is drawing near</a> 164</dd> +<dd><a href="#h69">I will not yield my sword</a> 166</dd> +<dd><a href="#h70">If in the cause of right I must</a> 168</dd> +<dd><a href="#h71">The Christ on Olive’s mount in prayer</a> 170</dd> +<dd><a href="#h72">Like music at the stilly hour</a> 172</dd> +<dd><a href="#h73">O Lord, Thou in the hour of need</a> 174</dd> +<dd><a href="#h74">My harp upon the willows, grave</a> 176</dd> +<dd><a href="#h75">To Thee my soul enraptured sings</a> 178</dd> +<dt class="scl">Modern Greek Hymns—</dt> +<dd><a href="#h76">Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation</a> 183</dd> +<dd><a href="#h77">Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere</a> 186</dd> +</dl> +</div> +<div id="intro" title="Introduction"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_xi">[xi]</div> +<h3>INTRODUCTION</h3> +<p>Critics are of three classes:—the laudatory, +who, if they see anything to complain of, +make no complaint; the severe, who, if they +see anything deserving commendation, say +nothing about it; and the discriminating, +who see both and say it, and at the same +time throw out hints which as a rule are +both acceptable and helpful. Particularly is +this the case when the advice tendered confirms +a growing conviction on the part of a +writer.</p> +<p>One cannot work continuously at a subject, +and all the while get the thoughtful +criticism of his observers, without improving +his methods. From a review of a recent +volume by the writer, the following is +taken:—“It seems to us that it is +in the adaptation, rather than strict translation, +that the wealth of thought and emotion +buried in the service books of the Eastern +<span class="pb" id="pg_xii">[xii]</span> +Church will be minted into coin of golden +praise meet for sanctuary use, and comparable +in worth and beauty to the splendid +currency of these latter days.” This is +strictly true, and it is the conviction which +has for some time possessed the author, with +the result that he has been giving less attention +to translation, or transliteration, and +more attention to suggestion, adaptation, and +reminiscence. One cannot spend a day with +the Greek service books (say with the +Triodion, which contains the incomparable +Lenten and Easter offices) without having +his mind filled with thoughts the most +beautiful, thoughts which can sometimes be +expressed in almost identical phrase with +the original, but which oftener, in order to +do them justice by revealing them in all +their richness, require to be dwelt upon, expanded, +and clothed in appropriate western +phrase. This is without doubt the best way +in which to deal with the praise material +of the Greek service books, and the present +writer has set himself in this volume to act +according to that conviction. Here, there +<span class="pb" id="pg_xiii">[xiii]</span> +are fewer translations than in any former +volume, and the greater number of the +hymns are reminiscences of the Greek.</p> +<p>The contents of this book may be ranged +under three categories:—A few translations +or renderings, as literal as it is possible or +desirable to make them; centos, or patchwork, +<i>i.e.</i>, pieces which are not versions of +any particular hymn in the original, but +which are made up of portions of various +hymns; and suggestions, or reminiscences +of the Greek. In the case of the last, the +best that can be said of them is that they +owe their existence in the present instance, +to the Greek. While to the ordinary reader +there may be nothing in these suggestions +to indicate their source, no one who is +acquainted with the praise of the Eastern +Church will fail to detect here and there +certain marks which inevitably announce +their origin. In most cases initial Greek +headlines have been dispensed with, for the +reason that they can serve no useful purpose, +nor indicate with any certainty the +source of any particular hymn.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_xiv">[xiv]</div> +<p>When one rises from a contemplation of +Christian worship as it is presented to him +in the ancient forms of the Apostolic Church, +it is with pain that his ears are assailed with +charges which he knows to be as lacking in +truth as they would be if they were levelled +against ourselves. God knows how far we +have all drifted from our ideal, and those +who have the best excuse, not the farthest. +But this offensive and ungrateful spirit is +surely unbecoming on the part of those who +owe so much to the Church which they +censure. If Christian love would abound on +all sides, how soon would the wounds of +Christ’s Body heal! If those deep wounds +are to be bound up, it will only be by +pouring in oil and wine. Controversy and +argument have been tried for centuries. +They have failed. We must all begin where +the beloved St. John so feelingly bids us,—“Little +children, love one another.” Love +implies humility, and if we are humble, and +stoop to love, we will find hearts all over +the world only longing and praying for the +balm of that Divine oil. Then dogmatic +<span class="pb" id="pg_xv">[xv]</span> +differences will be solved in a new manner, +and much more.</p> +<p>It is not a pleasant task to revert to +the censures which are hurled against the +Eastern Church, by critics who are obviously +ignorant of her past history, and who seem +to have taken no trouble to acquaint themselves +with her present position; but when +one is continually met with the same offensive +statements, offensive because untrue, +there is only one thing to be done, and +that is to meet them with the truth, and +refute them on every possible occasion, in +the hope that in the end the truth will be +vindicated.</p> +<p>The charges have certainly not the charm +of variety; they are painfully monotonous:—The +Greek Church is “dead,” and “non-missionary.” +Certainly non-missionary, if dead! +To say of any organization, church or other, +that it is dead and non-progressive, is to say +the worst that could be said.</p> +<p>Dead! And what are the signs of death +in the Eastern Church? Truly they are +marvellously unusual. Is it because she +<span class="pb" id="pg_xvi">[xvi]</span> +preserves the beauty, dignity, and quiet +solemnity, which must ever be associated +with true worship, and refuses to admit +methods which are alien to it? Many of our +Churches have become societies, or guilds (a +familiar term in these days), in which are included +every attraction which can appeal to +the eyes of the world. A Pleasant Sunday +Afternoon, is the guise in which the worship +of God is presented to men who are not attracted +by the calm and rest of God’s house; +and the methods employed are bringing with +them their inevitable results. We fear the +Church is in danger of forgetting that its +prime function is to preserve the Holy Worship +of God, and by its means to establish the +saints in The Faith; and that its mission is +to go down to the world, inspiring those who +are there with the spirit of Christ; returning +at the appointed time to observe the worship +of God in His house, and bringing with it +those who are weary with the toil of life, +that they may be refreshed; and is allowing +the world to invade its sanctuary, and scare +away the spirit of true worship. It is not +<span class="pb" id="pg_xvii">[xvii]</span> +enough to say that present-day methods +must be observed, that people will not come +to church unless it conforms to the spirit of +the times. The human soul will still desire +to dwell in the house of the Lord, to behold +His beauty and to enquire, when it feels impelled +by the Blessed Spirit of God,—when +it longs for peace and spiritual refreshment +which can only be found in communion with +the Divine. Doubtless, to the pushful spirit +of the age, the Church which preserves in +calm dignity the form of worship which has +been handed down to it through the ages, +and tenaciously adhered to in the midst +of persecution and martyrdom, and refuses +to admit the methods of the concert hall, the +debating society, and the lecture room, must +appear to be a dead Church indeed. So be it!</p> +<p>But, it is asked, what evidences are there +that the Greek Church is a living Church? +What is she doing in the field of literature, +theological in particular? And in aggressive +Christian work at home and abroad?</p> +<p>From this enquiry we cannot exclude the +Greek Church in Russia, for, while in the +<span class="pb" id="pg_xviii">[xviii]</span> +ancient sphere of that Church’s operation (in +Greece, and Turkey, and Asia Minor) much +is being done in the domain of education in +her schools and theological colleges, and in +theological literature, it is in Russia, where +none of the grievous hindrances to activity +exists which for 600 years have frustrated +many of her efforts at home, but where free +scope and encouragement for its exercise are +guaranteed, that most evidence of progress is +seen.</p> +<p>Here is the testimony of one who cannot, +<i>prima facie</i>, be deemed unprejudiced.<sup><a id="fr_1" href="#fn_1">[1]</a></sup> +A few years ago, Father Aurelio Palmieri was +sent to Russia by the Vatican to procure +books and manuscripts for the Russian section +of the Papal library at Rome. He writes +in the <i>Tserkoviya Viedomosto</i> (December 6, +1904):—“It is time to render justice to the +truth, and to put an end to those many calumnies, +which are propagated against Russia +by envious and interested persons—persons +<span class="pb" id="pg_xix">[xix]</span> +who desire to deprive her of her influence, +and to rob her of her prestige. In the Russian +universities, the instruction given is far +more serious than that given in our own +Italy; and the magnificent Ecclesiastical +Academies, all under religious influence, at +St. Petersburg, Moscow, Kieff, and Kazan, +make us feel a sense of sadness at the +miserable and insufficient instruction that +is given to our own Italian clergy. Let us +say frankly, that in our Italy, and even at +Rome, we possess no such establishments +which for beauty of organization, capable +professors, and wealth of libraries, can rival +these Russian Ecclesiastical Academies. To +convince people of the truth of my assertion, +I need only refer them to the superb official +organs of these Academies ... and set out +what a vast quantity of scientific works [this +Father Palmieri does] is brought together +in these collections of Russian theological +writers, and how far we in Italy are from +giving to the study of theology the development +which it receives in Russia.... I +invite the scholars, not only of Italy, but of +<span class="pb" id="pg_xx">[xx]</span> +every nation, to make acquaintance with the +innumerable collection of books now in the +Vatican. They will there find convincing +testimony to the intensity of the intellectual +work in Russia, and to the scientific vitality +of her Church....”</p> +<p>Again, in his book, <i>La Chiesa Russa</i> +(Florence, 1908), he deplores, not the ignorance +of the East, but the ignorance of the +West. “It is deplorable,” he says, “that the +intense scientific production of Russia is +almost totally ignored by the West.... +A great nation like Russia is not a negligible +quantity affected by an intellectual quagmire +(p. 671). The Russian Ecclesiastical +literature is rich in monographs on particular +subjects, and above all in Patristic +theology. In this sphere of research, Russian +Orthodoxy can even outrival the German +science.” Such is the testimony of one of +the most cultured men in Italy.</p> +<p>The question is sometimes asked, What is +the Greek Church doing at the present time +in the department of hymnody, in which her +ancient offices are so rich? Much; but as +<span class="pb" id="pg_xxi">[xxi]</span> +present day compositions are not used in +the canonical services, the supply of such +material is not encouraged as it would be in +other circumstances, and as it is in the West, +where the demand for material for congregational +hymnaries is so persistent. But the +Greek Church can boast of many hymn +writers in her communion, whose compositions +would do no discredit to our Western +hymnaries. Any bookseller in Athens would +supply a catalogue of Greek hymnological +work to any interested enquirer.</p> +<p id="nektarios">The writer has before him at this moment a volume of hymns, +<span title="TRIADIKON" class="g">ΤΡΙΑΔΙΚΟΝ</span> +(Athens, 1909), the work of Bishop Nektarios, who for +many years was head of the great Rhizareion +Theological College in Athens. The volume +contains about two hundred pieces suitable +for use during the Church seasons, and for +general use. They were, however, composed, +so the author writes, to be read +reverently, or sung privately, in the household. +The language of the hymns composed +by present day hymn-writers has the modern +flavour, and so presents difficulties which, +<span class="pb" id="pg_xxii">[xxii]</span> +however, the student who has a knowledge +of the language of the service books can +readily overcome, with the help of a grammar +and dictionary of modern Greek; for, +while modern Greek is nine-tenths similar +to ancient Greek (<i>i.e.</i>, modern Greek of the +first class, for there are several classes, according +to the grade of society) it has yet +one-tenth which differs, and it is that tenth +which causes trouble. Such hymns are used +at services <i>extra ecclesiam</i>,—at meetings, +church schools, colleges, and monasteries, +or at any other non-canonical service. They +are, as a rule, set to attractive music, often +by eminent musicians. The translation of +two hymns from the fore-mentioned collection +by Bishop Nektarios, are included +in this volume at <a href="#h76">pp. 183-6</a>.</p> +<p>So, even in the department of hymnody, +the Greek Church is showing no signs of +falling away, and, although she refuses to +admit modern productions into her Church +services, and adheres to the hymns of her +early hymn-writers (an attitude, by the way, +very similar to what we in Scotland maintained +<span class="pb" id="pg_xxiii">[xxiii]</span> +until very recent times, when psalms +alone were permitted in our canonical services, +to the exclusion of all hymns), she +has yet a band of hymn-writers who uphold +a noble succession, and keep adding to +her treasury of praise, encouraged in their +gracious work by the countenance which the +Church gives to its use on all possible +occasions.</p> +<p>But the commonest charge levelled against +the Greek Church is that of being non-missionary; +and the charge which is so utterly +untrue, is deemed sufficient to relegate her +to the limbo of the effete and worthless. +The truth is, that the missionary zeal, and +activity of that Church, are among the +most outstanding features of her history; +and when we consider the terrible odds +against which she has had to contend, both +in Europe and Asia, we wonder at the success +that has been achieved.</p> +<p>Let us bear in mind that the population +of Russia alone is about 170,000,000, that +the natural increase goes on at the rate of +four millions annually, and that in twenty +<span class="pb" id="pg_xxiv">[xxiv]</span> +years the population will amount to about +250,000,000. Think of the mighty task laid +upon the Church to keep abreast of such +a growth, and at the same time to keep +the Faith alive in the mass,—for the great +majority of this vast population are attached +to the Orthodox Church. And this is the +task to which the Greek Church addresses +herself, to carry the blessings of Christianity +to the farthest Russian outpost, and to keep +the flame alive where it has already been +kindled. Yet this is the Church which +English-speaking Christians call non-missionary. +“If we take the English Church, +for example, which prides itself on its missions, +and if we exclude all its missions +from the category of mission work which +lie within the vast Empire of England’s +dominions beyond the seas (that is to say, +from India, Africa, Canada, Australia, to +English sailors, etc.), we would find how +very few and weak English missions really +are. What a poor role, then, do English +missions play outside English lands! Why, +<span class="pb" id="pg_xxv">[xxv]</span> +then, do English folk gird at the great +Russian Church for a lack of missionary +zeal when she is labouring hard in her +immense county in Europe and Asia for +Christ? In Siberia and Asia generally she +is ever spreading the Faith, and that among +many tribes and tongues and peoples; and +she has missions in Japan, China, Persia, +Palestine, Alaska, the Aleoutine Islands, and +elsewhere.”<sup><a id="fr_2" href="#fn_2">[2]</a></sup></p> +<p>What the Greek Church is doing in Russian +dominions, she is doing also in her +ancient lands, although under quite different +auspices. In Turkey and Asia Minor she +keeps the flame aglow amid adverse conditions, +and provides spiritual food for her +vast household. Besides, she is the most +active missionary agency in the Levant.</p> +<p>But enough has been said. If we could +only overtop the mountains of prejudice, +and we fear we must add, for it is the +parent of prejudice, ignorance, which divide +<span class="pb" id="pg_xxvi">[xxvi]</span> +the West from the East, we should be able +to look down not upon a barren wilderness, +but a fruitful vineyard, in which the servants +of Christ are working under the eye of their +Master, even as we are working in our separate +sphere. Let us think about these things.</p> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_1" href="#fr_1">[1]</a></sup><i>Vide</i> +an article in the <i>Re-union Magazine</i>, by F. W. Groves +Campbell, LL.D., March, 1910 (London: Cope & Fenwick). +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_2" href="#fr_2">[2]</a></sup><i>Vide</i> footnote, p. xviii. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="hymns" title="Hymns"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_xxvii">[xxvii]</div> +<h2>HYMNS</h2> +<div id="cross" title="Crucified with Christ"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_1">[1]</div> +<p class="center">“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live!”</p> +<div id="h01" title="My God, shall sin its power maintain"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_3">[3]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My God, shall sin its power maintain,</p> +<p class="t">And in my soul defiant live!</p> +<p class="t">’Tis not enough that Thou forgive,</p> +<p class="t0">The cross must rise, and self be slain.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then in my life Thy love reveal,—</p> +<p class="t">As by The Christ Who bore the cross,</p> +<p class="t">So by my sacrifice and loss,</p> +<p class="t0">And by the bitter pangs I feel.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of love, Thy love declare,—</p> +<p class="t">’Tis not enough that Christ should die,</p> +<p class="t">I too, with Him, in death must lie,</p> +<p class="t0">And in my death His anguish share.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_4">[4]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, is it nothing now, to Thee?—</p> +<p class="t">Yea, it is much, that well I know,</p> +<p class="t">For Thou hast memory of the woe</p> +<p class="t0">That filled Thy soul at Calvary.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And Thou wilt come with gracious aid,</p> +<p class="t">When, burdened on the awful road,</p> +<p class="t">I fall beneath the grievous load</p> +<p class="t0">Upon my fainting spirit laid.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nor let me feel Thou hast no care,</p> +<p class="t">Though arrows fly, and darkness fall;</p> +<p class="t">Sin must be slain, but when I call</p> +<p class="t0">Thou art attentive to my prayer.</p> +</div> +<h5>VII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of love, Thy power disclose,—</p> +<p class="t">’Tis not enough that Christ should rise,</p> +<p class="t">I, too, must seek the brightening skies,</p> +<p class="t0">And rise from death, as Christ arose.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_5">[5]</div> +<h5>VIII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And from the cross, and to the grave</p> +<p class="t">Descend; and when the morning breaks,</p> +<p class="t">To life anew the soul awakes</p> +<p class="t0">That sin nor death shall e’er enslave.</p> +</div> +<h5>IX</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The cross is love: the Christ’s, and mine;—</p> +<p class="t">’Tis life to die, and death to live,</p> +<p class="t">And not enough that God forgive,</p> +<p class="t0">If I would live the life divine.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="christmas" title="Christmas"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_7">[7]</div> +<h3>CHRISTMAS</h3> +<div id="h02" title="Hark! upon the morning breezes"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_9">[9]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Doxa en hypsistois Theô." class="g">Δόξα ἐν ὑψίστοις Θεῷ.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hark! upon the morning breezes,</p> +<p class="t">In the darkness, ere the waking,</p> +<p class="t0">Music sweet the senses pleases,</p> +<p class="t">Soft upon the stillness breaking;—</p> +<p class="t2">“Glory, Glory!” this the singing,</p> +<p class="t2">Welcome to Immanuel bringing.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Shepherds at their watch beholding</p> +<p class="t">Angels clad in glistening whiteness,</p> +<p class="t0">Heard the wondrous news unfolding</p> +<p class="t">’Mid that dazzling scene of brightness;—</p> +<p class="t2">“Glory, Glory!” peace, and kindness,</p> +<p class="t2">Light is breaking on our blindness.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_10">[10]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glorious morn! The sun uprising,</p> +<p class="t">Shone upon a world rejoicing;</p> +<p class="t0">God is with us, truth surprising;</p> +<p class="t">List to song the message voicing,—</p> +<p class="t2">“Glory, Glory!” ages told it,</p> +<p class="t2">Heavenly voices now unfold it.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God adored, our nature wearing!</p> +<p class="t">Ah, such condescending meekness!</p> +<p class="t0">Stooping to a world despairing,</p> +<p class="t">Full of pity for our weakness;—</p> +<p class="t2">“Glory, Glory!” praises swelling,</p> +<p class="t2">God hath made with man His dwelling.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h03" title="Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_11">[11]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="techthentos tou Christou." class="g">τεχθέντος τοῦ Χριστοῦ.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills,</p> +<p class="t">More radiant far than any earthly morn;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis heavenly light that all creation fills;—</p> +<p class="t7">The Christ is born.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed,</p> +<p class="t">Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn,</p> +<p class="t0">In Bethlehem’s manger is at length revealed;—</p> +<p class="t7">The Christ is born.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_12">[12]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lo, from their watch, the herdsmen raise their eyes,</p> +<p class="t">For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn,</p> +<p class="t0">And angels poured their raptures from the skies,—</p> +<p class="t7">The Christ is born.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare</p> +<p class="t">Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn,</p> +<p class="t0">Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there;—</p> +<p class="t7">The Christ is born.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings;</p> +<p class="t">Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn,</p> +<p class="t0">Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!—</p> +<p class="t7">The Christ is born.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h04" title="Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_13">[13]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="hoi magoi ta dôra prospherousin;" class="g">οἱ μάγοι τὰ δῶρα προσφέρουσιν·</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="hoi poimenes to thauma kêryttousin." class="g">οἱ ποιμένες τὸ θαῦμα κηρύττουσιν.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now,</p> +<p class="t0">No wreath of gold encircleth His brow,</p> +<p class="t0">Lowly His state,—in lowly worship bow;</p> +<p class="t7">Hail to the King!</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Born of His Maiden Mother, pure as snow,</p> +<p class="t0">Son of our God, begotten long ago,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere yet the stream of time began to flow;</p> +<p class="t7">Hail to the King!</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_14">[14]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nowhere was found a shelter for His head,</p> +<p class="t0">Humble He lay, e’en where the oxen fed,</p> +<p class="t0">No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed;</p> +<p class="t7">Hail to the King!</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing;</p> +<p class="t0">Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring,</p> +<p class="t0">No other hand bestowed an offering;</p> +<p class="t7">Hail to the King!</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail to the King! O Christ upon Thy throne,</p> +<p class="t0">Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own,</p> +<p class="t0">When by Thy Birth and Death Thou did’st atone;</p> +<p class="t7">Hail to the King!</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h05" title="Ye saints exult with cheerful song"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_15">[15]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Euphrainesthe Dikaioi; ouranoi agalliasthe;" class="g">Εὐφραίνεσθε Δίκαιοι· οὐρανοὶ ἀγαλλιᾶσθε·</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="skirtêsate ta orê, Christou gennêthentos." class="g">σκιρτήσατε τὰ ὄρη, Χριστοῦ γεννηθέντος.</span></p> +<p class="sourceit">Christmas.</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ye saints exult with cheerful song,</p> +<p class="t">Ye heavens be glad this morn,</p> +<p class="t0">And let the mountains leap for joy,</p> +<p class="t">For Christ on earth is born.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Behold the Virgin Mother holds</p> +<p class="t">The Child in warm embrace,—</p> +<p class="t0">The One-begotten Son of God,</p> +<p class="t">Incarnate Word of grace.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And shepherds from their lonely watch,</p> +<p class="t">By angel guidance given,</p> +<p class="t0">At Bethlehem found the Promised Child,</p> +<p class="t">And praised the God of heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_16">[16]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And heavenly choirs their music poured,</p> +<p class="t">Upon the stillness, then,</p> +<p class="t0">Ascribing glory unto God,</p> +<p class="t">And peace on earth to men.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lo, wise men from the Morningland,</p> +<p class="t">Their costly treasures bear,</p> +<p class="t0">And at the manger worshipped low,</p> +<p class="t">And laid their offerings there.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now, with the angel host who sang,</p> +<p class="t">We join our thankful praise,</p> +<p class="t0">To God the Father, God the Son,</p> +<p class="t">And Holy Ghost, always.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h06" title="He came because the Father willed"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_17">[17]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Ho Patêr eudokêsen," class="g">Ὁ Πατὴρ εὐδόκησεν,</span></p> +<p class="center"><span class="small">Stichera Idiomela. Christmas.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He came because the Father willed,</p> +<p class="t">And from the midst of heaven’s renown,</p> +<p class="t0">The promise to our world fulfilled,</p> +<p class="t">And won a kingdom for His crown.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He came because He willed to bear</p> +<p class="t">The burden that His love imposed;</p> +<p class="t0">And all our lot of sorrow share,</p> +<p class="t">Until the day in darkness closed.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! angels hailed that morning bright,</p> +<p class="t">And in the heavens their carols sung;</p> +<p class="t0">But God Himself was hid in night,</p> +<p class="t">When sin and death their arrows flung.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_18">[18]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But not to sink beneath their power,</p> +<p class="t">The God-man girt Him for the fray;</p> +<p class="t0">And from the darkness of that hour,</p> +<p class="t">There sprang the light of endless day.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And wounded souls the triumph knew;</p> +<p class="t">Fresh courage to the faint was given;</p> +<p class="t0">And e’en the dead to life anew,</p> +<p class="t">Rose in the glorious might of heaven.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For sin was crushed, and death was slain;—</p> +<p class="t">All hail, the great victorious Son,</p> +<p class="t0">Who mounts the throne of heaven again,</p> +<p class="t">To rule the kingdom He has won.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h07" title="Now the King Immortal"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_19">[19]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Christos ho Basileus." class="g">Χριστὸς ὁ Βασιλεύς.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now the King Immortal</p> +<p class="t">Comes to claim His own,—</p> +<p class="t0">Shepherds at their watch by night,</p> +<p class="t0">Hail the glory of the light—</p> +<p class="t">They, and they alone.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Heralds from the heaven-land,</p> +<p class="t">Tell His Advent clear;—</p> +<p class="t0">Where the sound of hurrying feet?</p> +<p class="t0">Where the crowds come forth to greet?</p> +<p class="t">Where the loyal cheer?</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Angels, on the night winds</p> +<p class="t">Have their carols thrown,—</p> +<p class="t0">Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet,</p> +<p class="t0">Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet,</p> +<p class="t0">Theirs, and theirs, alone.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_20">[20]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, the silent night hours,</p> +<p class="t">Ah, the slumberers, prone,—</p> +<p class="t0">Mortals wake, arise, adore,</p> +<p class="t0">Angels, shepherds, honours pour,</p> +<p class="t">They, and they, alone.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Jesu, King Immortal,</p> +<p class="t">Mount thy rightful throne;</p> +<p class="t0">Loyal hearts their plaudits pour,</p> +<p class="t0">Heavenly choirs in songs adore,</p> +<p class="t">They, not they alone.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h08" title="When o’er the world Augustus reigned"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_21">[21]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Augoustou monarchêsantos epi tês gês," class="g">Αὐγούστου μοναρχήσαντος ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς,</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="hê polyarchia tôn anthrôpôn epausato." class="g">ἡ πολυαρχία τῶν ἀνθρώπων ἐπαύσατο.</span></p> +<p class="author"><i>By Cassia the Recluse.</i></p> +<p class="sourcedet">Menaeon Dec. 25.</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When o’er the world Augustus reigned,</p> +<p class="t">The rule of kingships felt decay;</p> +<p class="t0">And when our Lord appeared as Man,</p> +<p class="t">The idol shrines were swept away.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">One earthly power the people knew,</p> +<p class="t">One world-embracing rule obeyed;</p> +<p class="t0">Then Gentiles to the Godhead knelt,</p> +<p class="t">And undivided homage paid.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_22">[22]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And when the monarch’s will was known,</p> +<p class="t">A census of the tribes was told;</p> +<p class="t0">Then, in the name of Christ their God,</p> +<p class="t">His faithful subjects were enrolled.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For great Thy mercy is to us,</p> +<p class="t">O God, our King, Whose rule we own,</p> +<p class="t0">And we will render while we live,</p> +<p class="t">One glory to Thy name alone.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h09" title="O Light, resplendent of the morn"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_23">[23]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="nyn panta peplêrôtai phôtos." class="g">νῦν πάντα πεπλήρωται φωτὸς.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Light, resplendent of the morn</p> +<p class="t0">On golden pinions upwards borne,</p> +<p class="t">That usherest in the day;</p> +<p class="t0">We rise responsive to the call,</p> +<p class="t0">As night removes her dusky pall,</p> +<p class="t">And speeds her flight away.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Light, that, from the Father’s face,</p> +<p class="t0">Shone on our world with winning grace,</p> +<p class="t">When darker night prevailed;</p> +<p class="t0">We rise to greet Thine Advent bright,</p> +<p class="t0">All hail! majestic in Thy might,</p> +<p class="t">When darkness is assailed.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_24">[24]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O let my soul Thy rising see;</p> +<p class="t0">From every cloud my vision free,</p> +<p class="t">And on my pathway shine;</p> +<p class="t0">Then shall my course, in safety trod,</p> +<p class="t0">Lead ever nearer to my God,</p> +<p class="t">The source of light divine.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, Morn of better day,</p> +<p class="t0">Thou Light of lights, Whose gladsome ray</p> +<p class="t">Gives light, and life, and cheer;</p> +<p class="t0">Light to my soul, and life impart,</p> +<p class="t0">And fill with joy my inmost heart,</p> +<p class="t">And scatter night and fear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_25">[25]</div> +<h3>PASSIONTIDE</h3> +</div> +<div id="h10" title="O wounded hands and feet!"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_27">[27]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O wounded hands and feet!</p> +<p class="t">O heart, with spear thrust torn!</p> +<p class="t0">O brow, with blood drops falling down,</p> +<p class="t">Beneath the stinging thorn!</p> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, Lord divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Why was such anguish Thine?</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The angels were amazed,</p> +<p class="t">The sun refused his light,</p> +<p class="t0">And they who knew that Christ was God,</p> +<p class="t">Turned from the woeful sight;—</p> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, Lord divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Why was such anguish Thine?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_28">[28]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My soul, can’st thou not tell?</p> +<p class="t">Why such a sacrifice?</p> +<p class="t0">Hast thou no needs, for which alone</p> +<p class="t">The cross can find supplies?</p> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, Lord divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Why was such anguish Thine?</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For thee the cross was reared;</p> +<p class="t">For thee the Christ was slain;</p> +<p class="t0">For thee He sojourned with the dead,</p> +<p class="t">And rose to life again;—</p> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, Lord divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Thus was the anguish Thine.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h11" title="When Jesus to the judgment hall"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_29">[29]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When Jesus to the judgment hall</p> +<p class="t">By cruel men was led,</p> +<p class="t0">He wore a purple robe of scorn,</p> +<p class="t">And thorns upon His head;—</p> +<p class="t0">They called Him King, and bowed the knee,</p> +<p class="t0">And paid Him homage, mockingly.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“Away! let Him be crucified!”</p> +<p class="t">The impious shouts proclaim;</p> +<p class="t0">And forth they led the Son of God</p> +<p class="t">To die a death of shame;</p> +<p class="t0">And passing thence amid’ the crowd,</p> +<p class="t0">Beneath a ponderous cross He bowed.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_30">[30]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Behold Him nailed upon the cross</p> +<p class="t">And left alone to die,</p> +<p class="t0">While from the awful scene of death</p> +<p class="t">His timid followers fly;—</p> +<p class="t0">In agony He groaned and sighed,</p> +<p class="t0">And faint, He bowed the head, and died.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, cruel death for Him to die,</p> +<p class="t">Ah, vilest death of shame,—</p> +<p class="t0">Who, to redeem our guilty souls,</p> +<p class="t">From God, in pity came;—</p> +<p class="t0">The glory of the Father’s throne</p> +<p class="t0">He left, to make our souls His own.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, to Thy cross I cling,</p> +<p class="t">For Thou, my Lord, art there,</p> +<p class="t0">Who, in Thy love, True Man became,</p> +<p class="t">My load of sin to bear;</p> +<p class="t0">And lo, I lift my eyes to heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">For God in mercy hath forgiven.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h12" title="They brought Him to the hill of death"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_31">[31]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They brought Him to the hill of death</p> +<p class="t">Where ruthless felons died,</p> +<p class="t0">And there, upon a cross of shame,</p> +<p class="t">The Christ was crucified;</p> +<p class="t0">By wicked men the nails were driven,</p> +<p class="t0">And God, in silence, looked from heaven.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They bade Him find His help in God,</p> +<p class="t">If He were Christ indeed,</p> +<p class="t0">And save Himself, as He had saved</p> +<p class="t">So many in their need;</p> +<p class="t0">Such taunting words like venom stung,</p> +<p class="t0">And God beheld the arrows flung.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_32">[32]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They wagged their heads in mocking scorn,</p> +<p class="t">And bade the Christ come down,—</p> +<p class="t0">While from His wounds the blood-drops fell,</p> +<p class="t">And from the thorny crown;</p> +<p class="t0">The spear uplifted pierced His side,</p> +<p class="t0">And God beheld the crimson tide.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">All dark at noon, the sun refused</p> +<p class="t">His wonted light to shed,</p> +<p class="t0">For sin and death had God defied,</p> +<p class="t">And Christ His Son was dead;</p> +<p class="t0">And God had turned His face away,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor heard the Christ in anguish pray.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">All hail the Resurrection morn!</p> +<p class="t">The light returns again,</p> +<p class="t0">And Christ is throned at God’s right hand</p> +<p class="t">Who once for man was slain;</p> +<p class="t0">And God extends His pardoning grace,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor hides the brightness of His face.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h13" title="“Watch with Me,” The Master said"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_33">[33]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“Watch with Me,” The Master said,</p> +<p class="t">And the night around Him fell,</p> +<p class="t">While the snares of sin and hell,</p> +<p class="t0">On His awful path were spread.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But they slumbered while He prayed;—</p> +<p class="t">They who were His constant care,</p> +<p class="t">Heard no echo of His prayer,</p> +<p class="t0">When His soul was sore dismayed.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then He held the cup of woe,</p> +<p class="t">And the prayer to God was made,—</p> +<p class="t">Thrice in agony He prayed,</p> +<p class="t0">That He might the draught forego.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_34">[34]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But the will of God was done,</p> +<p class="t">In the garden, on that night,</p> +<p class="t">And He rose in all the might</p> +<p class="t0">Of the well-beloved Son.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,—</p> +<p class="t">Wake from slumber, hear Him pray,</p> +<p class="t">All thy griefs are borne away,</p> +<p class="t0">By His agony, untold.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the strength of God is thine</p> +<p class="t">When the will of God is done</p> +<p class="t">In obedience, as a son,</p> +<p class="t0">Conscious of a love divine.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h14" title="They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_35">[35]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”</p> +<p class="t">And surging crowds around Him pressed;</p> +<p class="t">With breaking heart, and soul distressed,</p> +<p class="t0">He bore the cross on which He died.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”</p> +<p class="t">And He the well-beloved Son,</p> +<p class="t">The Son of God Who should have won</p> +<p class="t0">The love He never once denied.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”</p> +<p class="t">And to the wood His hands were nailed,</p> +<p class="t">And mocking words His ears assailed,</p> +<p class="t0">That God, Who looked from heaven, defied.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_36">[36]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”</p> +<p class="t">And when the deed of night was done,</p> +<p class="t">The light was blotted from the sun,</p> +<p class="t0">And hell’s abode exulting, cried.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”</p> +<p class="t">Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns,</p> +<p class="t">As to that cruel cross it turns,</p> +<p class="t0">For ’twas for me the Saviour died.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h15" title="O darkest night that ever fell!"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_37">[37]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O darkest night that ever fell!</p> +<p class="t">Before the sun had set,</p> +<p class="t0">The light was blotted from the heavens,</p> +<p class="t">And death, and darkness met.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For God had turned His face away</p> +<p class="t">From all the sin He bore,</p> +<p class="t0">Whom in His love to earth He sent,</p> +<p class="t">To bear our suffering sore.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! darkest night that ever falls</p> +<p class="t">On soul of human race,</p> +<p class="t0">When God in anger turns away</p> +<p class="t">The brightness of His face;</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_38">[38]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then, sun and moon, and stars are lost,</p> +<p class="t">Amid’ our hopeless night;</p> +<p class="t0">And all the radiant bliss of life</p> +<p class="t">Is curtained from our sight.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Christ, Thou art our Light, and Sun,</p> +<p class="t">Our Hope ’mid guilty fears;</p> +<p class="t0">No night surrounds Thy presence now,</p> +<p class="t">Nor threatening cloud appears;</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And sin and death no longer reign,</p> +<p class="t">Nor day to dark declines,</p> +<p class="t0">For, from the Father’s face, a light</p> +<p class="t">Of reconcilement shines.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h16" title="Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_39">[39]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies,</p> +<p class="t">While earth is moved with sore dismay,</p> +<p class="t0">And e’en the sun, though high at noon,</p> +<p class="t">In anguish veils the light of day.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then hell and darkness riot held,</p> +<p class="t">And sin and death combined their power</p> +<p class="t0">To crush the Christ Whom sinful men</p> +<p class="t">Had hastened to that awful hour.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But O, ’twas darkness deeper still</p> +<p class="t">Than o’er the earth in blackness lay,</p> +<p class="t0">When God beheld the suffering Son,</p> +<p class="t">And turned from Him His face away.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_40">[40]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! whence that suffering? Whence that woe?</p> +<p class="t">The horror felt by earth and sky?</p> +<p class="t0">The victory of the powers of night,</p> +<p class="t">That doomed the God-man there to die?</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My soul distressed, look up! behold!</p> +<p class="t">With light from heaven the earth is filled;—</p> +<p class="t0">The Christ that awful conflict met,</p> +<p class="t">Because a God of wisdom willed.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now sin its latest shaft has hurled,</p> +<p class="t">And death put forth its utmost might,</p> +<p class="t0">But, lo, the Christ the conflict stood,</p> +<p class="t">And sin and death are vanquished, quite.</p> +</div> +<h5>VII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to Thee our souls proclaim,</p> +<p class="t">Great Son of God, Thou Victor strong;</p> +<p class="t0">Thy love inspires our hearts to sing,</p> +<p class="t">The victory fills our endless song.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h17" title="O Son of God, afflicted"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_41">[41]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Son of God, afflicted,</p> +<p class="t">And slain for sinful men,</p> +<p class="t0">My soul hath oft’ depicted</p> +<p class="t">What Thou didst suffer then,—</p> +<p class="t0">The pain, the grief, the sighing,</p> +<p class="t">The burden of Thy woe,</p> +<p class="t0">The cross, the shame, the dying</p> +<p class="t">That filled Thy life below.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, why from heavenly blessing</p> +<p class="t">Didst Thou to earth descend,</p> +<p class="t0">And share the woes distressing,</p> +<p class="t">To be the sinner’s Friend?</p> +<p class="t0">The angels looked amazéd,</p> +<p class="t">While men untouched beheld</p> +<p class="t0">The Christ to souls debaséd,</p> +<p class="t">By love divine impelled.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_42">[42]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twas love, ’twas love unbounded,</p> +<p class="t">As high as heaven ascends,</p> +<p class="t0">As deep as depths unsounded,</p> +<p class="t">And broad as earth extends;</p> +<p class="t0">Yea, ’twas a love undying,</p> +<p class="t">That suffered for my sake;—</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, may a love replying,</p> +<p class="t">Within my soul awake.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h18" title="This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_43">[43]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls,</p> +<p class="t0">When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls,</p> +<p class="t0">For none but Thee the power of hell controls,—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring;</p> +<p class="t0">No heavenly messenger on speedy wing;</p> +<p class="t0">Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy cross we cling,—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_44">[44]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai’s hill;</p> +<p class="t0">Dark are the fears, our guilty souls that fill;</p> +<p class="t0">Help we have none,—O then, of Thy sweet will,</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised,—</p> +<p class="t0">Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised,</p> +<p class="t0">Who, at the hands of sinners was abased;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head;</p> +<p class="t0">Pierced for our sins, upon the cross He bled;</p> +<p class="t0">Life is His gift, Who liveth, and was dead;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord;</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_45">[45]</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Life, and to live, amid the bliss beyond,</p> +<p class="t0">Where souls beloved, to loving souls respond,</p> +<p class="t0">Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond,—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="easter" title="Easter"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_47">[47]</div> +<h3>EASTER</h3> +<div id="h19" title="Lo, in its brightness the morning arising"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_49">[49]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,</p> +<p class="t">Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread;</p> +<p class="t0">Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising,</p> +<p class="t">Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking,</p> +<p class="t">Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom;</p> +<p class="t0">Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking,</p> +<p class="t">Free from death’s bands Thou did’st rise from the tomb.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_50">[50]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty,</p> +<p class="t">See not the Master arise in His might;</p> +<p class="t0">Hear not the call to the doing of duty,</p> +<p class="t">Know not the rapture that thrills in the light.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Morn speaks of life,—let us rise to new living,</p> +<p class="t">Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives,</p> +<p class="t0">Give to the world what the morning is giving,</p> +<p class="t">Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,—</p> +<p class="t">Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel;</p> +<p class="t0">Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising,</p> +<p class="t">Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h20" title="In the dark of early morn"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_51">[51]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the dark of early morn,</p> +<p class="t">Ere the light dispelled the gloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Came the hearts with sorrow torn,</p> +<p class="t">Weeping to the lonely tomb.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Brought they aromatics rare</p> +<p class="t">Culled from every choicest stem,</p> +<p class="t0">And from gardens blooming fair</p> +<p class="t">Round thy slopes, Jerusalem.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, the thoughts that filled the mind,</p> +<p class="t">As they journeyed all alone,</p> +<p class="t0">For the Blessed Lord was kind,</p> +<p class="t">And they loved Him as their own.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_52">[52]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glistening in the morning grey,</p> +<p class="t">Whence those garments fairer far</p> +<p class="t0">Than the light that hails the day</p> +<p class="t">In the glorious morning star?</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">List! their voices, heavenly, sweet,</p> +<p class="t">As the light clad angels say,</p> +<p class="t0">Come, behold in reverence meet,</p> +<p class="t">Where the risen Master lay.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail the gladness, hail the day,</p> +<p class="t">Bring no spices, bring no tears;</p> +<p class="t0">Death has lost its power to slay,</p> +<p class="t">And the grave is reft of fears.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h21" title="Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_53">[53]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks,</p> +<p class="t">And earth awakes from all the woeful past,</p> +<p class="t0">For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes,</p> +<p class="t">And sin and death into the grave are cast.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to God! The cross with all its shame,</p> +<p class="t">Now sheds its glory o’er a ransomed world;</p> +<p class="t0">For He Who bore the burden of our blame,</p> +<p class="t">With pierced hands the foe to hell hath hurled.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_54">[54]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to God! Sing ransomed souls again,—</p> +<p class="t">And let your songs our glorious Victor laud,</p> +<p class="t0">Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant’s chain,</p> +<p class="t">And set us free to rise with Him to God.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Darkness and night farewell! the morn is here;</p> +<p class="t">Welcome! the light that ushers in the day;</p> +<p class="t0">Visions of joy before our sight appear,</p> +<p class="t">And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Great Son of God, Immortal, and renowned!</p> +<p class="t">Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow;</p> +<p class="t0">Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned,</p> +<p class="t">For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h22" title="Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_55">[55]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb,</p> +<p class="t">And ere the dawn upon the earth had broke,</p> +<p class="t0">The Light of lights had burst upon its gloom,</p> +<p class="t">When He, our Light, from death’s dark sleep awoke.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Were there no eyes to gaze upon the sight?</p> +<p class="t">No hearts to sing, when sundered was the prison?</p> +<p class="t0">Watchers there were, who lingered through the night,</p> +<p class="t">Angels who said, “The Master hath arisen.”</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_56">[56]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where now its sting, since death itself is dead?</p> +<p class="t">Where now the power that held the captive bound?</p> +<p class="t0">Weave laurels gay to crown the Victor’s head,</p> +<p class="t">Sing carols loud till earth and heaven resound.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Break, happy morn! and let the world be glad,</p> +<p class="t">Night is no more, and all our fears are gone;</p> +<p class="t0">Joy fills the souls that erstwhile had been sad,</p> +<p class="t">Hope fills the tomb, where hope had never shone.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_57">[57]</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sleepers, awake! The Christ from death awoke,</p> +<p class="t">Break into song, and let the silence sing,</p> +<p class="t0">Speak to the world what language never spoke,</p> +<p class="t">Bring from a tomb what mourners cannot bring.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb,</p> +<p class="t">Hope in our souls is shining as the sun;</p> +<p class="t0">Clouds bring no fear, for in the deepest gloom,</p> +<p class="t">Rest we in faith,—the Victory is won.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h23" title="Rise, O glorious orb of day,—"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_58">[58]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rise, O glorious orb of day,—</p> +<p class="t">Christ no longer fills the grave,</p> +<p class="t">He hath risen with power to save,—</p> +<p class="t0">Rise, and clear our night away.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Day, by seer and psalmist sung,</p> +<p class="t">Gladdest day for earth and heaven,</p> +<p class="t">For the Christ, Whom God had given,</p> +<p class="t0">Hath the power from hades wrung.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Clouds of darkness, bow the head,</p> +<p class="t">Weep in raindrops in the night!</p> +<p class="t">Sorrow now is chased from sight,</p> +<p class="t0">For the living Christ was dead.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_59">[59]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Heaven above, and earth below,—</p> +<p class="t">Men and angels raise the strain,</p> +<p class="t">Death could not the Christ retain,—</p> +<p class="t0">Let your praises endless flow.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, the spear, the thorns, the nails,</p> +<p class="t">Ah, the dying and the death,</p> +<p class="t">And the slow expiring breath,—</p> +<p class="t0">But the suffering Christ prevails.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where can death bestow his prey?</p> +<p class="t">Can he hold the Lord of life?</p> +<p class="t">Better he had shirked the strife,</p> +<p class="t0">Than have lost his power for aye.</p> +</div> +<h5>VII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rise, O glorious orb of day!</p> +<p class="t">Christ no longer fills the grave,</p> +<p class="t">He hath risen with power to save,—</p> +<p class="t0">Rise, and clear our night away.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ascension" title="Ascension"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_61">[61]</div> +<h3>ASCENSION</h3> +<div id="h24" title="Borne on the clouds the Christ arose"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_63">[63]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="anabas eis hypsos." class="g">ἀναβὰς εἰς ὕψος.</span></p> +<p class="sourceit">Ascension.</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Borne on the clouds the Christ arose</p> +<p class="t0">To where the light celestial glows,</p> +<p class="t0">Till, farther than the eye could view,</p> +<p class="t0">He passed the heavenly portals through.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ended the weary life below,</p> +<p class="t0">The painful toil, the grief, the woe;</p> +<p class="t0">The conflict of the cross is past,</p> +<p class="t0">And sin and death are slain at last.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now, list the heavenly song begun</p> +<p class="t0">By hosts in garments like the sun;</p> +<p class="t0">Lift up, lift up your heads, ye gates!</p> +<p class="t0">The glorious King an entrance waits.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_64">[64]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ascended Christ! in mercy yet,</p> +<p class="t0">Think of the hearts on Olivet,</p> +<p class="t0">And in Thy wondrous grace restore</p> +<p class="t0">Thy living Presence gone before.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And let the Spirit’s aid revive</p> +<p class="t0">Our waiting souls that faithful strive,</p> +<p class="t0">Till from our Olivet we soar,</p> +<p class="t0">To dwell with Thee for evermore.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h25" title="Lift up the gates"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_65">[65]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="arate pylas." class="g">ἄρατε πύλας.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lift up the gates,</p> +<p class="t">The Lord of heaven appears;</p> +<p class="t0">Thrust wide the doors,</p> +<p class="t">The King of glory nears;</p> +<p class="t0">The throne is His Whose arm of might</p> +<p class="t0">O’erthrew the tyrant in the fight.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lift up the gates,—</p> +<p class="t">The gates of hades fell;</p> +<p class="t0">Thrust wide the doors,</p> +<p class="t">He burst the doors of hell,</p> +<p class="t0">And prisoners in the dark abode,</p> +<p class="t0">Exulting, hailed the Son of God.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_66">[66]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lift up the gates,—</p> +<p class="t">No power His might can meet;</p> +<p class="t0">Thrust wide the doors,</p> +<p class="t">The foe is at His feet;</p> +<p class="t0">The path is cleared, the prize is won,</p> +<p class="t0">Enter, Thou all-victorious Son.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lift up the gates,—</p> +<p class="t">They come who welcome win;</p> +<p class="t0">Thrust wide the doors,</p> +<p class="t">And let His followers in;</p> +<p class="t0">They come from toil and conflict long,</p> +<p class="t0">Ten thousand times ten thousand strong.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lift up the gates,—</p> +<p class="t">Still valiant deeds are done;</p> +<p class="t0">Thrust wide the doors,</p> +<p class="t">For laurels yet are won;</p> +<p class="t0">And when the victor sheathes his sword,</p> +<p class="t0">Receive the follower of his Lord.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h26" title="Borne on the wings of light"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_67">[67]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Borne on the wings of light,</p> +<p class="t">Behold the Lord ascend,</p> +<p class="t0">Up to the portals bright</p> +<p class="t">Where heavenly powers attend,</p> +<p class="t0">And fling the gates of glory wide,</p> +<p class="t0">While praises rise like flowing tide.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Back to the Father’s bliss</p> +<p class="t">From war and strife below,</p> +<p class="t0">From toil and loneliness</p> +<p class="t">’Mid scenes of sin and woe;—</p> +<p class="t0">Loud plaudits hail the Victor now,</p> +<p class="t0">Who comes with triumph on His brow.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_68">[68]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, in the peace of heaven,</p> +<p class="t">Far from our toil and pain,</p> +<p class="t0">Think of the promise given,</p> +<p class="t">And come to us again;—</p> +<p class="t0">Remember, Thou, the toilsome road,</p> +<p class="t0">That brought Thee to Thy blest abode.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And see the toils we bear,</p> +<p class="t">And hear the prayers we send;</p> +<p class="t0">In answer to our prayers,</p> +<p class="t">Our needy souls befriend;—</p> +<p class="t0">We need not languish in the night,</p> +<p class="t0">Though heaven receive Thee from our sight.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Promised Spirit, come,</p> +<p class="t">And fill the empty place,</p> +<p class="t0">Till in our heavenly home</p> +<p class="t">We look upon His face,</p> +<p class="t0">Who fought with us in earthly strife,</p> +<p class="t0">And won for us immortal life.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div title="Pentecost" id="pentecost"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_69">[69]</div> +<h3>PENTECOST</h3> +<div id="h27" title="Like the beams that from the sun"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_71">[71]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Like the beams that from the sun,</p> +<p class="t">Pierce the blackness of the night,</p> +<p class="t0">Come to us, O Promised One,</p> +<p class="t7">Spirit, Light.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Pure as saints who have attained,</p> +<p class="t">Clad in brightness for attire,</p> +<p class="t0">Cleanse our souls by vileness stained,</p> +<p class="t7">Spirit, Fire.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Stronger than uplifted arm</p> +<p class="t">In the tumult of the fight,</p> +<p class="t0">Save our timid souls from harm,</p> +<p class="t7">Spirit, Might.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_72">[72]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Soothing as the calm that falls</p> +<p class="t">When the winds and billows cease,</p> +<p class="t0">Comfort us when fear appals,</p> +<p class="t7">Spirit, Peace.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, O Gracious Spirit, come,</p> +<p class="t">We would have Thee for our Guest,</p> +<p class="t0">Make our souls Thy chosen home,</p> +<p class="t7">Spirit, Blest.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h28" title="Come, Holy Ghost, in might"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_73">[73]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, Holy Ghost, in might,</p> +<p class="t">And make our weakness strong;</p> +<p class="t0">Renew our valour in the fight</p> +<p class="t">Against the power of wrong.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, Holy Ghost, restore</p> +<p class="t">The zeal our lives have lost,</p> +<p class="t0">And on our fainting spirits pour</p> +<p class="t">The grace of Pentecost.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, Holy Ghost, in light</p> +<p class="t">Our minds and hearts to cheer,</p> +<p class="t0">And pierce the darkness of our night</p> +<p class="t">Of ignorance and fear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_74">[74]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, Holy Ghost, in love,</p> +<p class="t">Reveal the love divine,</p> +<p class="t0">That stooped to earth from heaven above,</p> +<p class="t">In sympathy benign.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And while the ages run,</p> +<p class="t">Our praise shall rise to Thee;</p> +<p class="t0">And to the Father and the Son,</p> +<p class="t">One God, eternally.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h29" title="Spirit of God, in love descend"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_75">[75]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Spirit of God, in love descend,</p> +<p class="t">And make our hearts Thy place of rest,</p> +<p class="t0">In all our need a steadfast Friend</p> +<p class="t">To fill our store with gifts the best;</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To cleanse our souls with holy fire</p> +<p class="t">From sordid stains that guilt imparts,</p> +<p class="t0">And with Thy heavenly power inspire</p> +<p class="t">Our languid zeal, and fainting hearts;</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To lift our minds to nobler things</p> +<p class="t">Than earth from all its best can show,—</p> +<p class="t0">The wealth that flies on speedy wings,</p> +<p class="t">The fleeting joys, like sparks that glow.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_76">[76]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come in the hour of sore distress,</p> +<p class="t">When, deep the heart for comfort sighs,</p> +<p class="t0">And with Thy soothing kindliness</p> +<p class="t">The tear-drops wipe from weeping eyes.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“Lo, I am with you to the end,”</p> +<p class="t">Thus speaks the promise of our Lord;</p> +<p class="t0">O Spirit of the Christ, descend,</p> +<p class="t">Fulfil to us the gracious word.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h30" title="Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_77">[77]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm</p> +<p class="t">Our troubled souls, and give them rest;</p> +<p class="t0">And with His touch, like healing balm,</p> +<p class="t">Allay the pain of the distressed.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We hear the promise Thou did’st make</p> +<p class="t">To lone disciples long ago,</p> +<p class="t0">And peace and hope our souls o’ertake,</p> +<p class="t">And joy dispels our brooding woe.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now let us feel the Spirit’s power,</p> +<p class="t">And let us hear His gracious word;</p> +<p class="t0">Fulfil to us this holy hour</p> +<p class="t">The promise of our dying Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, Holy Ghost, with warmth of love,</p> +<p class="t">With light of hope, and calm of peace,</p> +<p class="t0">And raise our sense bound souls above</p> +<p class="t">The mocking joys of earth that cease.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h31" title="O God, the Holy Ghost"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_78">[78]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God, the Holy Ghost,</p> +<p class="t">Thou Lord of light appear,</p> +<p class="t0">And, as of old, at Pentecost,</p> +<p class="t">Come to us, waiting here;</p> +<p class="t0">And let the darkness that enshrouds,</p> +<p class="t0">Pass from our souls like passing clouds.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God, the Holy Ghost—</p> +<p class="t">The choicest gifts are Thine;</p> +<p class="t0">Grant us the grace we covet most,</p> +<p class="t">And virtues most divine;</p> +<p class="t0">And with Thy purifying fire,</p> +<p class="t0">Consume, we pray, our vain desire.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_79">[79]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God, the Holy Ghost,</p> +<p class="t">With strength our weakness brace,</p> +<p class="t0">That e’en the threatenings of a host</p> +<p class="t">We may with courage face;</p> +<p class="t0">And put satanic power to flight,</p> +<p class="t0">That bears upon our souls with might.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God, the Holy Ghost,</p> +<p class="t">Our soul’s enduring Friend,</p> +<p class="t0">For all the gifts of Pentecost</p> +<p class="t">Our grateful songs ascend;—</p> +<p class="t0">Thee, with the Father, and the Son</p> +<p class="t0">We worship, glorious Three in One.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="various" title="Various"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_81">[81]</div> +<h3>VARIOUS</h3> +<div id="h32" title="When Jesus to the Jordan came"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_83">[83]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="en Iordanê, baptizomenou sou Kyrie," class="g">ἐν Ἰορδάνῃ, βαπτιζομένου σου Κύριε,</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="hê tês Triados ephanerôthê proskynêsis;" class="g">ἡ τῆς Τριάδος ἐφανερώθη προσκύνησις·</span></p> +<p class="sourcedet"><i>Epiphany</i>, January 6</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When Jesus to the Jordan came</p> +<p class="t">To honour there the rite divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Then, to the world, His awful claim</p> +<p class="t">Was witnessed by the Godhead Trine.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From heaven the Father’s voice declared</p> +<p class="t">His pleasure and paternal love;</p> +<p class="t0">And lo! the Holy Ghost appeared,</p> +<p class="t">And wore the likeness of a Dove.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_84">[84]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thrice holy, Jesus Christ, art Thou,</p> +<p class="t">By Father and by Spirit blessed;</p> +<p class="t0">We see Thee at the Jordan now,</p> +<p class="t">And hear Thy Godhead there expressed.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now to the Father glory be,</p> +<p class="t">And to the Son beloved by God,</p> +<p class="t0">And to the Spirit, endlessly,</p> +<p class="t">In heaven and all the earth abroad.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h33" title="When on the mount the Lord appeared"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_85">[85]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="metemorphôthês en tô orei Christe ho Theos," class="g">μετεμορφώθης ἐν τῷ ὄρει Χριστὲ ὁ Θεὸς,</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="deixas tois mathêtais sou tên doxan sou, kathôs êdynanto." class="g">δείξας τοῖς μαθηταῖς σου τὴν δόξαν σου, καθὼς ἠδύναντο.</span></p> +<p class="sourcedet"><i>Transfiguration</i>, August 6</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When on the mount the Lord appeared</p> +<p class="t">Transfigured to the sight,</p> +<p class="t0">His countenance was like the sun,</p> +<p class="t">His raiment glistened white.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But dull the minds, and dark the eyes,</p> +<p class="t">On whom such glory shone;</p> +<p class="t0">They saw not God upon the mount,</p> +<p class="t">They saw but man alone.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_86">[86]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And when the dark and cloudy days</p> +<p class="t">Of death and sorrow came,</p> +<p class="t0">What were their thoughts of Him who hung</p> +<p class="t">Upon the cross of shame?</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They knew not that the God of Life</p> +<p class="t">An offering yielded there,</p> +<p class="t0">And of His will endured for all</p> +<p class="t">The load of sin He bare.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, to the mount where Thou art seen</p> +<p class="t">In all Thy glory bright,</p> +<p class="t0">Thy servants now would wend their way</p> +<p class="t">To gaze upon the Light,</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And there behold, in glory clad,</p> +<p class="t">The Light to mortals given,</p> +<p class="t0">That in the night that hid the cross,</p> +<p class="t">Shone with the light of heaven.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h34" title="Behold, the King of Zion rides"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_87">[87]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Idou, ho basileus sou erchetai." class="g">Ἰδοὺ, ὁ βασιλεύς σου ἔρχεται.</span></p> +<p class="sourceit">Palm Sunday</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Behold, the King of Zion rides,</p> +<p class="t">But not in vain array;</p> +<p class="t0">The people wave their goodly palms,</p> +<p class="t">With garments strew the way;</p> +<p class="t0">And loud hosannas fill the air</p> +<p class="t">From crowds that, surging, throng;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis meet to honour Him Who rides</p> +<p class="t">With cheer, and shout, and song.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Zion, of your God beloved,</p> +<p class="t">The day of strife is nigh,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet comes He not with armour clad,</p> +<p class="t">And sword upon His thigh;</p> +<p class="t0">The weapons of your mighty King</p> +<p class="t">No other hand could wield,</p> +<p class="t0">The might of God is in His arm,</p> +<p class="t">The will of God His shield.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_88">[88]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">See, on the cross, without the wall,</p> +<p class="t">The King Immortal dies;</p> +<p class="t0">Not now hosannas fill the air,—</p> +<p class="t">The shouts of hell arise;</p> +<p class="t0">But in that hour of triumph, deemed,</p> +<p class="t">Satanic might is slain,</p> +<p class="t0">For He Who bows the head in death,</p> +<p class="t">Shall rise to life again.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Zion, hail your mighty King,</p> +<p class="t">Your palms around Him wave,</p> +<p class="t0">And strew your garments in the way</p> +<p class="t">Of Him Who rides to save;</p> +<p class="t0">And when He mounts His regal throne,</p> +<p class="t">By bloody conflict won,</p> +<p class="t0">Give homage to the King of heaven,</p> +<p class="t">God’s One Eternal Son.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h35" title="Waving in the autumn breeze"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_89">[89]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="agallesthô ta drymou." class="g">ἀγαλλέσθω τὰ δρυμοῦ.</span></p> +<p class="sourceit">Elevation of the Cross</p> +<p class="sourcedet">Menaeon, Sept. 14</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Waving in the autumn breeze,</p> +<p class="t0">Clap your hands, ye forest trees,</p> +<p class="t0">For the arms that now entwine</p> +<p class="t0">Needy souls, were stretched on thine.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the cross that bore the weight</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Christ, Creator great,</p> +<p class="t0">By the power that still remains,</p> +<p class="t0">All the universe sustains.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_90">[90]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Emblem, by the Church adored;</p> +<p class="t0">Might, that wields the kingly sword;</p> +<p class="t0">Glory, of the ransomed host;</p> +<p class="t0">Agony, of spirits lost.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Cross of Christ! we lift our eyes</p> +<p class="t0">And behold the sacrifice;</p> +<p class="t0">For the arms that now entwine</p> +<p class="t0">Needy souls, were stretched on thine.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h36" title="When in the clouds of heaven"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_91">[91]</div> +<p class="sourceit">Judgment</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When in the clouds of heaven</p> +<p class="t">The Lord, the Judge, appears,</p> +<p class="t0">When memory brings my sin to light,</p> +<p class="t">And conscience fills with fears,—</p> +<p class="t0">In mercy, Lord, have mercy then,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor rank my soul with wicked men.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I have no plea to give,</p> +<p class="t">The sin is all my own,</p> +<p class="t0">I cannot bear the searching glance</p> +<p class="t">Nor for that sin atone;</p> +<p class="t0">I can alone that mercy crave,—</p> +<p class="t0">O Lord, Thine erring servant save.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_92">[92]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Didst Thou not come to earth?</p> +<p class="t">Didst Thou not die for me?</p> +<p class="t0">And all my sin in mercy bear</p> +<p class="t">Upon the awful tree?</p> +<p class="t0">I claim that sacrifice, and pray,</p> +<p class="t0">Turn not my erring soul away.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The record of my sin,</p> +<p class="t">In mercy, Lord, remove,</p> +<p class="t0">And to a place at Thy right hand</p> +<p class="t">Call Thou my soul, in love;</p> +<p class="t0">That love divine I make my plea,</p> +<p class="t0">O may that love encircle me.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h37" title="Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_93">[93]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="ton piston oiketên sou, anapauson" class="g">τὸν πιστὸν οἰκέτην σου, ἀνάπαυσον</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="hôs eusplanchnos." class="g">ὡς εὔσπλαγχνος.</span></p> +<p class="sourceit">Burial of a priest</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace,</p> +<p class="t0">Dwell in His courts, and gaze upon His face,</p> +<p class="t0">Know nought of toil, of weariness, or woe,</p> +<p class="t0">They rest who serve, not weary, as below.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rest in the Lord, the strife of war is past,</p> +<p class="t0">Wear now the wreath of victory at last;</p> +<p class="t0">E’en death is slain,—the cross of Christ sufficed,</p> +<p class="t0">Death is not death, to those who live in Christ.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_94">[94]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rest in the Lord, the goal of life is won,</p> +<p class="t0">To thee ’tis given to hear the glad “Well done”;</p> +<p class="t0">Great their reward, who, till their Lord appear,</p> +<p class="t0">Serve in the vineyard of the Master, here.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rest in the Lord; none can His honour claim,</p> +<p class="t0">They honour have, who honour most His name;</p> +<p class="t0">Thine this reward who counted gain but loss,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor felt it shame to glory in the cross.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rest in the Lord; swift comes the happy time,</p> +<p class="t0">When we who strive shall reach Thy fairer clime;</p> +<p class="t0">Christ, give us welcome when the toil is past,</p> +<p class="t0">And bring us to the bliss of heaven, at last.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h38" title="Thou dost not pass a lonesome way"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_95">[95]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="makaria hê hodos, hê poreuê sêmeron, hoti" class="g">μακαρία ἡ ὁδός, ᾗ πορεύῃ σήμερον, ὅτι</span></p> +<p class="originc"><span title="hêtoimasthê soi topos anapauseôs." class="g">ἡτοιμάσθη σοι τόπος ἀναπαύσεως.</span></p> +<p class="sourceit">Burial of a layman</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thou dost not pass a lonesome way,</p> +<p class="t">O soul released from mortal coil,—</p> +<p class="t">Thou leav’st behind the weight and toil,</p> +<p class="t0">And thou art blessed of God to-day.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The path thou treadest He hath trod</p> +<p class="t">Whom heaven received from death’s abode,—</p> +<p class="t">He knows each turning of the road</p> +<p class="t0">That brings the unburdened soul to God.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_96">[96]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">It is not dark, it is not sad,</p> +<p class="t">It is not haunted now with fear,—</p> +<p class="t">The saints have found it full of cheer,</p> +<p class="t0">For with His comfort they were glad.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yea, with His presence thou art blest,</p> +<p class="t">And light upon the path is shed,</p> +<p class="t">For lo, He liveth Who was dead,</p> +<p class="t0">And thou art journeying to thy rest.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis we, not thou, who are distressed,</p> +<p class="t">For, blessed, blessed, is the way,</p> +<p class="t">O soul, thou journeyest to-day,</p> +<p class="t0">That leads to everlasting rest.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h39" title="The man who erring counsel shuns"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_97">[97]</div> +<h4>Psalm I</h4> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The man who erring counsel shuns,</p> +<p class="t">Nor strays where sinners meet,</p> +<p class="t0">But in the law of God delights</p> +<p class="t">In meditation sweet,</p> +<p class="t0">Shall reap the happiness of those</p> +<p class="t0">To whom the Lord His favour shews.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As tree beside the water brooks</p> +<p class="t">Whose leaf unfading lives,</p> +<p class="t0">And when the time appointed comes,</p> +<p class="t">A bounteous fruitage gives;—</p> +<p class="t0">So shall he prosper all his days,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose hope is in God’s law always.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_98">[98]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Not so the wicked,—they are chaff</p> +<p class="t">Before the wind that flies,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor could they stand His searching glance,</p> +<p class="t">Should God in judgment rise;</p> +<p class="t0">For known to God are all the right,</p> +<p class="t0">But wicked men shall perish quite.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h40" title="Lord, a band of foes increasing"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_99">[99]</div> +<h4>Psalm II</h4> +<p class="sourceit">Morning</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, a band of foes increasing</p> +<p class="t">Terror to my heart would bring;</p> +<p class="t0">For they tell my soul unceasing,</p> +<p class="t">That no help from God can spring.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yet Thou art my shield about me,</p> +<p class="t">Till the time of strife is past;</p> +<p class="t0">And though cruel foes may flout me,</p> +<p class="t">Thou wilt hear my prayer at last.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">On my couch when night was falling,</p> +<p class="t">Lay I down devoid of fear;</p> +<p class="t0">And when morning light was calling,</p> +<p class="t">I awoke, for thou wert near.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_100">[100]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tens of thousands round my dwelling</p> +<p class="t">Stand arrayed to do me harm;</p> +<p class="t0">But my trust when foes are swelling,</p> +<p class="t">Rests in Thine almighty arm.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious,</p> +<p class="t">Hast the might of sin o’erthrown,</p> +<p class="t0">And amid Thy triumph glorious,</p> +<p class="t">Bless the people Thou dost own.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h41" title="Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_101">[101]</div> +<h4>Psalm XXVII</h4> +<p class="center"><span class="small">Verses 1-6</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art,</p> +<p class="t0">No fear afflicts my trusting heart</p> +<p class="t">When, all secure in Thee</p> +<p class="t0">As in a fortress I repose,</p> +<p class="t0">And evil men, my direst foes,</p> +<p class="t">Are baulked that trouble me,</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hosts may encamp on every side,</p> +<p class="t0">And pallid fear the trust deride</p> +<p class="t">That saves me from affright;</p> +<p class="t0">But in the Lord my hope shall last,</p> +<p class="t0">Till noise of war and strife are past,</p> +<p class="t">And flee the powers of night.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_102">[102]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To God I make this chief request,</p> +<p class="t0">That I in His abode may rest</p> +<p class="t">Through all my earthly days,</p> +<p class="t0">To mark its comeliness and grace,</p> +<p class="t0">And see the beauty of His face,</p> +<p class="t">Whose love inspires my praise.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There shall I dwell unseen by all,</p> +<p class="t0">Secure when days of trouble call,</p> +<p class="t">And evil doers mock;</p> +<p class="t0">And He shall hide me in His tent,</p> +<p class="t0">Till all the wrath of man is spent</p> +<p class="t">As tempests on a rock.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Therefore to Thee my praise I’ll give,</p> +<p class="t0">And joyful offerings while I live</p> +<p class="t">My grateful soul shall bring;</p> +<p class="t0">For Thou my foes hast beaten down,</p> +<p class="t0">With victory Thou my head dost crown,</p> +<p class="t">And tun’st my heart to sing.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h42" title="From the hills the light is streaming"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_103">[103]</div> +<p class="sourceit">Morning</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From the hills the light is streaming,</p> +<p class="t">Hail, the gladsome morn!</p> +<p class="t0">Earth with busy life is teeming,</p> +<p class="t">For the day is born.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying</p> +<p class="t">On a fairer day,</p> +<p class="t0">All creation beautifying</p> +<p class="t">With Thy glorious ray.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Weary eyes the hills are scanning</p> +<p class="t">For the early gleam;</p> +<p class="t0">Souls, Thy long delay unmanning,</p> +<p class="t">Sleep, and idly dream.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_104">[104]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, my soul, be up and doing,</p> +<p class="t">Life will soon be done,</p> +<p class="t0">Night, the day is close pursuing</p> +<p class="t">To the setting sun.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the day of God shall waken</p> +<p class="t">To the soul with fear,</p> +<p class="t0">If, the call of life forsaken,</p> +<p class="t">We are slumbering here.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From the hills the light is streaming,</p> +<p class="t">Hail the gladsome morn!</p> +<p class="t0">And the light of God is beaming,—</p> +<p class="t">This, His day, is born.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h43" title="The day declines to night"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_105">[105]</div> +<p class="sourceit">Evening</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The day declines to night,</p> +<p class="t">The shadows lengthening fall,</p> +<p class="t0">And see, the deepening purple light</p> +<p class="t">Throws on the hills its pall;—</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, be our Light when suns decline,</p> +<p class="t0">And in our souls unclouded shine.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Still is the eventide,—</p> +<p class="t">Calm is the soft repose,</p> +<p class="t0">When earthly toil is laid aside,</p> +<p class="t">And eyelids drooping, close;</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess,</p> +<p class="t0">In everlasting restfulness.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_106">[106]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Night of my life draws near;</p> +<p class="t">Lord, when the light departs,</p> +<p class="t0">Be all to me that Thou hast been</p> +<p class="t">To other trusting hearts,</p> +<p class="t0">And in the calm that night bestows,</p> +<p class="t0">Let me in peace with Thee repose.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The night gives place to morn,</p> +<p class="t">The gloom shall pass away,</p> +<p class="t0">And an eternal day be born,</p> +<p class="t">Whose sun shall shine for aye;</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, wake me when the morn is come,</p> +<p class="t0">And let me find with Thee my home.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h44" title="Lord, let us feel that Thou art near"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_107">[107]</div> +<h4>The New Year</h4> +<p class="hymninfo">All-embracing as the Greek Service Books are, curiously +enough, strictly speaking, they contain no Thanksgiving services. +It has been left for the Russian Church to make them +for the Greeks to imitate.</p> +<p class="hymninfo">The models of the Ectene and Litanies are found in the +Euchologion, at vespers, but adaptations of their petitions to +every eventuality in human life, are the work of Russians, +whose names, however, have not been preserved. Here is an +example from the Thanksgiving service for the New Year.</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, let us feel that Thou art near,</p> +<p class="t0">And while we pray, in mercy hear;</p> +<p class="t0">Crown with Thy love the opening year;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Of Thy benignity, we pray,</p> +<p class="t0">Thy gracious Spirit grant alway,</p> +<p class="t0">Our strife and discord to allay;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_108">[108]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">May peace our inmost soul possess,</p> +<p class="t0">And in our lives our converse bless,</p> +<p class="t0">With unaffected kindliness;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our sinful past, we here repent,</p> +<p class="t0">With tears our wayward course lament,</p> +<p class="t0">Now, let Thy pardoning grace be sent;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As seasons come, Good Lord ordain</p> +<p class="t0">That we the fruits of earth obtain,</p> +<p class="t0">Send us the sunshine and the rain;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With strength Thy Holy Church endue,</p> +<p class="t0">The anger of her foes subdue,</p> +<p class="t0">The offerings of Thy grace renew;—</p> +<p class="t7">Have mercy, Lord.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h45" title="Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_109">[109]</div> +<h4>Harvest Hymn</h4> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation,</p> +<p class="t">Heaven tells His glory, earth His bounty shews;</p> +<p class="t0">Lowly He sought us, and won for us salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Grace fills our lives with goodness He bestows.</p> +<p class="t3"><i>Refrain.</i></p> +<p class="t7">Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise,</p> +<p class="t7">Blessing, and honour, and glory, always.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_110">[110]</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Spring time and harvest, and cloud and summer gladness,</p> +<p class="t">Come to our earth because His promise lives;</p> +<p class="t0">Morn smiles with beauty, and evening soothes our sadness;—</p> +<p class="t">Such are the treasures that His bounty gives.</p> +<p class="t3"><i>Refrain.</i></p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Spring time is now, and summer with its beauty;</p> +<p class="t">Brightness and sadness here alternate come;</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty,</p> +<p class="t">Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home.</p> +<p class="t3"><i>Refrain.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_111">[111]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then when the angels, the reapers at the ending,</p> +<p class="t">Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown,</p> +<p class="t0">May we with gladness, angel toil attending,</p> +<p class="t">Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home.</p> +<p class="t3"><i>Refrain.</i></p> +<p class="t7">Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise,</p> +<p class="t7">Blessing, and honour, and glory, always.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="penitence" title="Penitence and Love"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_113">[113]</div> +<h3>PENITENCE AND LOVE</h3> +<div id="h46" title="Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_115">[115]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul,</p> +<p class="t">And with my grief would shame my sin away;</p> +<p class="t0">But tears no virtue have to make me whole,</p> +<p class="t">Nor sorrow power to end sin’s hateful sway.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But yet the heart in sore distress that sighs,</p> +<p class="t">Looks to the Christ His succour to impart;</p> +<p class="t0">And God receives the pleasing sacrifice,</p> +<p class="t">A broken spirit, and a contrite heart.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_116">[116]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nailed to the cross I see my Saviour bleed,—</p> +<p class="t">This is the sacrifice my soul requires;</p> +<p class="t0">Here is the cleansing, and the power I need,</p> +<p class="t">To quell the rising of my vain desires.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Speak to my heart, O Jesus Christ, Who came</p> +<p class="t">Fired by Thy love, an offering for sin;</p> +<p class="t0">And by a love enkindled at that flame,</p> +<p class="t">Win me forever from the self within.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h47" title="O God of love, on bended knee"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_117">[117]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of love, on bended knee,</p> +<p class="t0">We, guilty sinners, call on Thee;</p> +<p class="t0">Now, by the cross that Jesus bore,</p> +<p class="t0">Extend Thy mercy, we implore.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We have no plea to urge but this,</p> +<p class="t0">Our own exceeding sinfulness,</p> +<p class="t0">And all the love to sinners shown</p> +<p class="t0">Who claim His merits as their own.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, weary with the toil of sin,</p> +<p class="t0">We seek Thy matchless grace to win;</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, break the fetters that enslave,</p> +<p class="t0">And let us know Thy power to save.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_118">[118]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rise on the darkness of the way</p> +<p class="t0">That leads from night to perfect day,</p> +<p class="t0">And let the joy that light awakes</p> +<p class="t0">Possess the soul that sin forsakes.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Christ, to Thee our praise ascends,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose love the needy soul befriends;</p> +<p class="t0">For, by Thy cross our souls are free</p> +<p class="t0">To love and praise, eternally.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h48" title="O God, in mercy hear"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_119">[119]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God, in mercy hear,</p> +<p class="t">I lift my cry to Thee,</p> +<p class="t0">And let Thy gracious help be sent</p> +<p class="t">In my perplexity;</p> +<p class="t0">But Thou art far away,</p> +<p class="t">And I am filled with shame,</p> +<p class="t0">I cannot see Thy blessed face,</p> +<p class="t">And fear to name Thy name.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And now a sense of guilt</p> +<p class="t">Inspires me with dismay,—</p> +<p class="t0">I know that none on earth can take</p> +<p class="t">That awful load away;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis mine, the sin, ’tis mine,</p> +<p class="t">And mine the guilt to bear,</p> +<p class="t0">The awful burden of the blame,</p> +<p class="t">The cloud of dark despair.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_120">[120]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is there no balm to heal?</p> +<p class="t">No pity that can bless?—</p> +<p class="t0">O God, Who art so far away,</p> +<p class="t">Be near in my distress;</p> +<p class="t0">And heed the tears I shed,</p> +<p class="t">And hear my woeful cry;</p> +<p class="t0">And since there is no hand to help,</p> +<p class="t">Come Thou in mercy nigh.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twas then a voice I heard,—</p> +<p class="t">It came in winning tone,</p> +<p class="t0">Across my night, from far away,</p> +<p class="t">To where I prayed alone;</p> +<p class="t0">It told me of a love,</p> +<p class="t">That sought me long ago,</p> +<p class="t0">And on the cross my burden bore,</p> +<p class="t">Of sin, and guilt, and woe.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_121">[121]</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O blessed cross of Christ!</p> +<p class="t">Thou hast my need supplied,</p> +<p class="t0">For there, upon thy outstretched arms</p> +<p class="t">I see the Crucified;</p> +<p class="t0">And He has sin to bear,</p> +<p class="t">That none can call His own,—</p> +<p class="t0">O Christ, the sin and guilt Thou bor’st,</p> +<p class="t">Are mine, are mine, alone.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h49" title="Come to the Christ in tears"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_122">[122]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come to the Christ in tears,</p> +<p class="t">And in His hearing tell</p> +<p class="t0">Thy sins, and griefs, and fears,</p> +<p class="t">The wants He knoweth well;</p> +<p class="t0">Fear not to bring a large request,</p> +<p class="t0">He gives, and giveth of His best.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come to the Christ in tears:</p> +<p class="t">The contrite heart He wills;</p> +<p class="t0">And every prayer He hears,</p> +<p class="t">And every vessel fills;—</p> +<p class="t0">We never ask, and sigh unblest,</p> +<p class="t0">He gives, and giveth of His best.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_123">[123]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come to the Christ in tears;—</p> +<p class="t">As when the clouds depart</p> +<p class="t0">A glorious light appears—</p> +<p class="t">So joy shall flood the heart;</p> +<p class="t0">They cannot weep who share His grace,</p> +<p class="t0">And see the smiling of His face.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h50" title="Forgive my heart its vain regrets"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_124">[124]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Forgive my heart its vain regrets,</p> +<p class="t">And, as I cast my eyes behind,</p> +<p class="t0">Subdue the spirit, Lord, that frets,</p> +<p class="t">Because the light with dark is twined.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I cannot understand the way</p> +<p class="t">By which unerring wisdom leads;</p> +<p class="t0">Nor do I know for what to pray,</p> +<p class="t">Unconscious of my deepest needs.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thou, Whose almighty power upholds</p> +<p class="t">The stars that in their courses move,—</p> +<p class="t0">Whose eye creation’s need beholds</p> +<p class="t">To prompt the outflow of Thy love;—</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_125">[125]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Teach me in calm content to live</p> +<p class="t">’Mid all the changes life contains,</p> +<p class="t0">Assured that, love and wisdom give</p> +<p class="t">The blessing that for aye remains.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And in the darkness and the light,</p> +<p class="t">And in the gladness and the pain,</p> +<p class="t0">Make me to know that all is right,</p> +<p class="t">And every loss my truest gain.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h51" title="Far let me flee from worldly sin"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_126">[126]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="porrhô ekpheuxômetha kosmou, hapan to hamartêma." class="g">πόῤῥω ἐκφευξώμεθα κόσμου, ἅπαν τὸ ἁμάρτημα.</span></p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Far let me flee from worldly sin,</p> +<p class="t">Nor look behind, but onward press;</p> +<p class="t0">Lest the deceit that lurks within,</p> +<p class="t">Should link the soul to worldliness.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! whither shall I flee, my God?</p> +<p class="t">There is no refuge but in Thee,</p> +<p class="t0">And Thy command exceeding broad,</p> +<p class="t">Condemns my soul’s perversity.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_127">[127]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But in Thy grace my troubled soul</p> +<p class="t">Would find forgiveness freely given;</p> +<p class="t0">And in Thy Spirit’s firm control,</p> +<p class="t">A power to lift me nearer heaven.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thus shall I flee from worldly sin,</p> +<p class="t">Nor look behind, but onward press,</p> +<p class="t0">And daily fight, and daily win</p> +<p class="t">The rich reward of righteousness.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h52" title="Lord of mercy, at Thy gate"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_128">[128]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord of mercy, at Thy gate,</p> +<p class="t">Needy souls imploring pray;</p> +<p class="t0">Have we come, Good Lord, too late?</p> +<p class="t">Must we turn in grief away?</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Young and old Thy mercy claim,—</p> +<p class="t">Some are early at the gate,</p> +<p class="t0">Some are late to own Thy name,</p> +<p class="t">Surely none, though late, too late!</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Blessed, who with morning sun,</p> +<p class="t">Hopeful at Thy portals wait;</p> +<p class="t0">Yea, and when the day is done,</p> +<p class="t">Blessed they who find the gate.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_129">[129]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, Good Lord, when Thou wert here,</p> +<p class="t">Homeless, in our world of sin,</p> +<p class="t0">Few, to give Thee warmth and cheer,</p> +<p class="t">Called their weary Lord within.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sad, repenting, full of fear,</p> +<p class="t">Hoping, doubting, still we wait;</p> +<p class="t0">As we call, in mercy hear;—</p> +<p class="t">Open, Lord, to us the gate.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h53" title="Burdened with a heavy load"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_130">[130]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Burdened with a heavy load,</p> +<p class="t">Lord, we come, for Thou art calling;</p> +<p class="t0">Rough and toilsome is the road,</p> +<p class="t">And the night around is falling.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sin, the burden that we bear,</p> +<p class="t">Fills us with a dread to meet Thee;</p> +<p class="t0">Yet, we yield not to despair,</p> +<p class="t">But for mercy would entreat Thee.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From the cross a glorious light</p> +<p class="t">Falls upon our path to cheer us;</p> +<p class="t0">And a hope on pinions bright</p> +<p class="t">Hovers, in the darkness, near us.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_131">[131]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For the sake of Him Who bore</p> +<p class="t">All the sin, we come lamenting,</p> +<p class="t0">Let Thy pardon now restore</p> +<p class="t">Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h54" title="Lord of a countless throng"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_132">[132]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord of a countless throng,</p> +<p class="t">Fair as the stars of night,</p> +<p class="t0">Won from the thrall of cruel wrong</p> +<p class="t">Back to the good and right;</p> +<p class="t0">Thine is the praise they sing,</p> +<p class="t0">Lord of their souls, and King.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thine was the love that sought</p> +<p class="t">Far as their wanderings led;</p> +<p class="t0">Thine was the wondrous grace that brought</p> +<p class="t">Life to the faint and dead;</p> +<p class="t0">Pardon for all the past,</p> +<p class="t0">Peace that shall endless last.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_133">[133]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord of a countless throng</p> +<p class="t">Sworn to be faithful aye,</p> +<p class="t0">When, in the power that makes them strong,</p> +<p class="t">They stand in evil day;</p> +<p class="t0">Make us by grace, we pray,</p> +<p class="t0">Loyal and brave as they.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h55" title="Let all the world abroad"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_134">[134]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let all the world abroad</p> +<p class="t">In cheerful praise unite</p> +<p class="t0">To bless the name of God,</p> +<p class="t">Creator, Lord of might.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He made the sea and land,</p> +<p class="t">The pastures rolling wide,</p> +<p class="t0">The mountains towering, grand,</p> +<p class="t">The streams that ceaseless glide;</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The cattle on the hills,</p> +<p class="t">The flocks afield that rove,</p> +<p class="t0">The birds, whose music fills</p> +<p class="t">The silence of the grove;</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_135">[135]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The heavens that, day and night,</p> +<p class="t">His matchless power declare,</p> +<p class="t0">The sun and moon, whose light</p> +<p class="t">Illumines everywhere.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let man, creation’s lord,</p> +<p class="t">His rightful homage give</p> +<p class="t0">To Him Whose mighty word</p> +<p class="t">First called his soul to live.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And with the heavenly host,</p> +<p class="t">Our Sovereign Lord adore,</p> +<p class="t0">And Son, and Holy Ghost,</p> +<p class="t">Both now, and evermore.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h56" title="Thou Saviour of our sinful race"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_136">[136]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thou Saviour of our sinful race,</p> +<p class="t0">We sing the fulness of Thy grace;</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, as our songs in rapture soar,</p> +<p class="t0">On us Thy loving-kindness pour.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There is no merit of our own,</p> +<p class="t0">No plea to offer, save alone</p> +<p class="t0">That Thou hast died upon the tree,</p> +<p class="t0">To set our sin-bound spirits free.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O, when the world, in awful fear,</p> +<p class="t0">Beholds the Judge of all appear,</p> +<p class="t0">Be this our joy on that dread day,</p> +<p class="t0">That Christ hath borne our sins away.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_137">[137]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When in the land of bliss divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Our souls in robes of beauty shine,</p> +<p class="t0">This be our song before the throne,</p> +<p class="t0">Not ours the beauty, Thine alone.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To Thee, O God, be glory given,</p> +<p class="t0">And to the Christ, the King of heaven;</p> +<p class="t0">And to the Holy Spirit, blest,</p> +<p class="t0">Be praise for evermore exprest.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h57" title="Where the Lord reveals His presence"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_138">[138]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where the Lord reveals His presence,</p> +<p class="t">Glory lights the sacred place,</p> +<p class="t0">And the soul in adoration</p> +<p class="t">Falls before the throne of grace.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Seraphim, and saints in wonder,</p> +<p class="t">Lift their songs where Christ is set,</p> +<p class="t0">And employ, in sacred homage,</p> +<p class="t">Harp, and palm, and coronet.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Light of lights, no light approacheth,—</p> +<p class="t">Sun, nor moon, nor stars of night,</p> +<p class="t0">Flood the noon-tide and the darkness</p> +<p class="t">With such radiance of delight.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_139">[139]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Beauty of the King Immortal!</p> +<p class="t">Ere we rise to where Thou art,</p> +<p class="t0">Let the glory of Thy presence</p> +<p class="t">Chase the darkness from our heart.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h58" title="O Love of God, surpassing far"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_140">[140]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Love of God, surpassing far</p> +<p class="t">The loves that human hearts unite,</p> +<p class="t0">Far from our ken as yonder star</p> +<p class="t">That sheds its radiance on the night;</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">High as the heavens, and deep as hell,</p> +<p class="t">Broad as the world’s infinite need,—</p> +<p class="t0">None but the Christ that love can tell,</p> +<p class="t">And none its winning power impede.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to God! that love exprest</p> +<p class="t">Came in the gift our need required,</p> +<p class="t0">And in the Christ our lives are blest,</p> +<p class="t">And by His love are souls inspired.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_141">[141]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And from the manger to the cross,</p> +<p class="t">And at the noon-day and the night,</p> +<p class="t0">He bore the burden of our loss,</p> +<p class="t">Nor shunned the anguish and despite.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And ’twas the love of God He showed,</p> +<p class="t">When, crowned with shame, He meekly died;—</p> +<p class="t0">No gifts by bleeding love bestowed,</p> +<p class="t">So great as Jesus crucified.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h59" title="O God of our salvation"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_142">[142]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of our salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Who in Thy glorious might,</p> +<p class="t0">Didst speak, and all creation</p> +<p class="t">Arose from brooding night;</p> +<p class="t0">And chaos, and confusion,</p> +<p class="t">To form and order sped,</p> +<p class="t0">While lo! in rich profusion</p> +<p class="t">The earth its beauty spread.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of our salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Thy word hath still its power,</p> +<p class="t0">And souls in desolation</p> +<p class="t">Are lying at this hour;</p> +<p class="t0">Speak as of old, and banish</p> +<p class="t">The chaos and the night,</p> +<p class="t0">And bid their sorrows vanish</p> +<p class="t">Before Thy glorious light.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_143">[143]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of our salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Thy Word our Flesh became;</p> +<p class="t0">To free from condemnation</p> +<p class="t">He bore our human name,</p> +<p class="t0">And spoke to us confiding</p> +<p class="t">Of all the Father willed;</p> +<p class="t0">And we, with Him abiding,</p> +<p class="t">Are with His fulness filled.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O God of our salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Thou, Christ, in mercy come,</p> +<p class="t0">And make Thy new creation</p> +<p class="t">Thine everlasting home;</p> +<p class="t0">And in our hearts abiding,</p> +<p class="t">And in Thy Church adored,</p> +<p class="t0">Still speak the word confiding,</p> +<p class="t">O Jesus Christ, our Lord.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h60" title="O Jesus, when my guilty fears"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_144">[144]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Jesus, when my guilty fears</p> +<p class="t">My wakened soul distress,</p> +<p class="t0">And Judgment for the past appears</p> +<p class="t">In all its awfulness,—</p> +<p class="t2">Bid gathering clouds asunder roll,</p> +<p class="t2">And shed Thy sunshine in my soul.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When from their long-forgotten grave</p> +<p class="t">My guilty deeds arise,</p> +<p class="t0">And terror proves me yet the slave</p> +<p class="t">My soul would fain despise,—</p> +<p class="t2">From stings of memory heal my soul,</p> +<p class="t2">And free me from sin’s dire control.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_145">[145]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Lord, in Whom my hope is set,</p> +<p class="t">I look in faith to Thee;</p> +<p class="t0">From sin, and guilt, and sad regret,</p> +<p class="t">My soul in mercy free;—</p> +<p class="t2">For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust,</p> +<p class="t2">And lie, repenting, in the dust.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h61" title="Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_146">[146]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me;</p> +<p class="t0">Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee;</p> +<p class="t0">Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine</p> +<p class="t0">Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree;</p> +<p class="t0">I marvel at the love there shown for me</p> +<p class="t0">All loveless, and to sin and self a slave;—</p> +<p class="t0">Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now in its wonder would my soul arise,</p> +<p class="t0">Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes,</p> +<p class="t0">Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside,</p> +<p class="t0">And wore its shame, and for its purchase died;</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_147">[147]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim</p> +<p class="t0">In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name;</p> +<p class="t0">In loving service, for such service given,</p> +<p class="t0">Here upon earth, and yonder in Thy heaven.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, I am Thine, Thy love hath won my soul;</p> +<p class="t0">Now shall my life obey such sweet control;—</p> +<p class="t0">No, not mine own, the purchase is complete,</p> +<p class="t0">I bring my all to lay it at Thy feet.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="aspire" title="Aspirations"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_149">[149]</div> +<h3>ASPIRATIONS</h3> +<div id="h62" title="Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_151">[151]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold,</p> +<p class="t">And, ’mid the glory that like sunset dies,</p> +<p class="t0">Fair to the sight the wondrous bliss unfold</p> +<p class="t">That lives in beauty under cloudless skies.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And let our ears the things unuttered hear,</p> +<p class="t">That silent voices to the soul can tell;</p> +<p class="t0">That heart can whisper when a heart is near</p> +<p class="t">Of love that scorns in uttered tones to dwell.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Teach us to know that things unseen are real,</p> +<p class="t">That earth no bloom of fadeless beauty gives,</p> +<p class="t0">That far beyond the things that sense can feel,</p> +<p class="t">The joy of being, and of having, lives.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_152">[152]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord Who hast risen, nor left the world behind,</p> +<p class="t">Daily incline our sense-bound souls to soar,</p> +<p class="t0">Till ’mong the things all hidden we may find</p> +<p class="t">Possessions that abide for evermore.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h63" title="Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_153">[153]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing,</p> +<p class="t">And let their tones responsive echoes call,—</p> +<p class="t0">There’s more to cheer us than our senses bring,</p> +<p class="t">And sweeter anthems than from mortals fall.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Saints in the land where sin is all unknown,</p> +<p class="t">Where care nor sorrow can the light subdue,</p> +<p class="t0">Dwell in the glory of the heavenly throne,</p> +<p class="t">And voice new praise, for wonders ever new.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Wake to their praise, and let us blend with theirs</p> +<p class="t">Songs that shall travel to a fairer clime;</p> +<p class="t0">Glad as the morn, and hallowed by our prayers,</p> +<p class="t">Offerings of duty from the realm of time.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_154">[154]</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">One, we are one with victors gone before;</p> +<p class="t">Songs that are ours, were theirs when in the strife;</p> +<p class="t0">Theirs shall be ours when, all our striving o’er,</p> +<p class="t">Christ gives us entrance to immortal life.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h64" title="Bring to the Christ your fears"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_155">[155]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Bring to the Christ your fears,</p> +<p class="t">And tell your sorrows there,</p> +<p class="t0">The faintest cry he hears,</p> +<p class="t">And every faltering prayer;</p> +<p class="t3">He knows your weight of woe,</p> +<p class="t3">Who dwelt with us below.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With thought of sin opprest,</p> +<p class="t">Does conscience smite thee sore?</p> +<p class="t0">There is a place of rest,</p> +<p class="t">Where sin afflicts no more;</p> +<p class="t3">See, where the blood was spilt,</p> +<p class="t3">The cross hath borne thy guilt.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_156">[156]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Think you of former bliss,</p> +<p class="t">Of happier, sunnier hours,</p> +<p class="t0">When fragrant joys you miss,</p> +<p class="t">Bestrewed your path like flowers?</p> +<p class="t3">With Christ more joys abound,</p> +<p class="t3">Than can on earth be found.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Mourn you a heart estranged,</p> +<p class="t">Once kind, but now grown cold?</p> +<p class="t0">A happy friendship changed,</p> +<p class="t">Now that the years are old?</p> +<p class="t3">There is a Friend above,</p> +<p class="t3">And His, a lasting love.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is there an empty room</p> +<p class="t">Where silence broods alone,</p> +<p class="t0">All curtained round with gloom,</p> +<p class="t">Where once the sunlight shone?</p> +<p class="t3">Hearts that are linked below,</p> +<p class="t3">In Christ no parting know.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_157">[157]</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Bring then to Christ your fears,</p> +<p class="t">And tell your sorrows there,</p> +<p class="t0">The faintest cry He hears,</p> +<p class="t">And every faltering prayer;</p> +<p class="t3">He knows your weight of woe,</p> +<p class="t3">Who dwelt with us below.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h65" title="Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_158">[158]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul,</p> +<p class="t">And bid its doubting cease,</p> +<p class="t0">Speak to the crested waves that roll,</p> +<p class="t">To sink in quiet peace;</p> +<p class="t0">And bring me to a place of rest,</p> +<p class="t">A haven calm and still,</p> +<p class="t0">Where every soul by sin distressed,</p> +<p class="t">May dwell secure from ill.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! Thou wert once, my Blessed Lord,</p> +<p class="t">By surging waters pressed,</p> +<p class="t0">But Thou didst speak th’ almighty word</p> +<p class="t">And laidst them still at rest;</p> +<p class="t0">And ’gainst Thy soul the wrath of sin</p> +<p class="t">Its tempest fury cast,</p> +<p class="t0">But Thou didst stand, serene within,</p> +<p class="t">Till all the storm had passed.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_159">[159]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Christ, the hiding-place of those</p> +<p class="t">Who face the blinding blast,</p> +<p class="t0">And battle with a myriad woes</p> +<p class="t">That sweep in fury past;</p> +<p class="t0">Be Thou my comfort and defence,</p> +<p class="t">While storm fiends wildly cry,—</p> +<p class="t0">My star of hope when night is dense,</p> +<p class="t">And dangers round me lie.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h66" title="Surpassing great the gift of God"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_160">[160]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Surpassing great the gift of God</p> +<p class="t">To erring mortals given,</p> +<p class="t0">A way that, from their dark abode,</p> +<p class="t">Leads to the light of heaven.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Christ Who art the living way,</p> +<p class="t">Plant Thou my feet therein,</p> +<p class="t0">And lead me lest I go astray</p> +<p class="t">In luring paths of sin.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Too long I’ve found a sad delight</p> +<p class="t">In wandering from Thy care,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor feared the sudden fall of night,</p> +<p class="t">The darkness, and the snare.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_161">[161]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Jesus Christ, to Thee my soul</p> +<p class="t">In conscious weakness clings;</p> +<p class="t0">Teach me to seek the kind control</p> +<p class="t">That peace and safety brings.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And lead me upwards day by day,</p> +<p class="t">Till, night and danger past,</p> +<p class="t0">I reach by Thee the living way,</p> +<p class="t">The Father’s house at last.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h67" title="My hope is firmly set"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_162">[162]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My hope is firmly set</p> +<p class="t">On Him Whose truth abides;</p> +<p class="t0">The lights of earth may fade and die,</p> +<p class="t0">The hopes of earth despairing fly,—</p> +<p class="t">No fear my heart betides.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My love its ardour finds</p> +<p class="t">In Him Whose love is strong,</p> +<p class="t0">Who bought me with a price untold,</p> +<p class="t0">More than of silver or of gold,</p> +<p class="t">And fills my heart with song.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My peace its calm attains</p> +<p class="t">In Him Whose power defends;</p> +<p class="t0">My foes may sound a loud alarm,</p> +<p class="t0">I trust securely in the arm</p> +<p class="t">He for my succour lends.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_163">[163]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My joy its gladness sings</p> +<p class="t">In notes His voice awakes,—</p> +<p class="t0">A joy no effort can attain,</p> +<p class="t0">That thrills alike in loss and gain,</p> +<p class="t">And when the world forsakes.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thou Christ art all I need,</p> +<p class="t">Of all my bliss the spring;</p> +<p class="t0">More fulness in Thy grace is found,</p> +<p class="t0">Than when the corn and wine abound,</p> +<p class="t">And all the world can bring.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h68" title="The time is drawing near"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_164">[164]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The time is drawing near,</p> +<p class="t">It cannot tarry long,</p> +<p class="t0">When they who face the conflict here,</p> +<p class="t">Shall join the glorious throng,</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3">Where gladness fills each heart,</p> +<p class="t4">And honour crowns each brow;—</p> +<p class="t3">For tireless service fit me, Lord,</p> +<p class="t4">By willing service now.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let no depressing thought</p> +<p class="t">My brooding mind depress;</p> +<p class="t0">But let me hear, in winning tones,</p> +<p class="t">What they who serve possess,</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3">Where gladness fills each heart, etc.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_165">[165]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let sunshine flood the soul,</p> +<p class="t">When threatening night descends,</p> +<p class="t0">That I may see the light serene</p> +<p class="t">No sunset ever ends.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3">Where gladness fills each heart, etc.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let strength my spirit nerve,</p> +<p class="t">That, with each labour done,</p> +<p class="t0">I may, like those who serve above,</p> +<p class="t">See some new task begun;</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3">Where gladness fills each heart, etc.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The time is drawing near,—</p> +<p class="t">Till that bright morning break,</p> +<p class="t0">May I, with those who see Thy face,</p> +<p class="t">Thy will, my pleasure make:</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3">Where gladness fills each heart, etc.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h69" title="I will not yield my sword"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_166">[166]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I will not yield my sword,</p> +<p class="t">I will not bow the knee,</p> +<p class="t0">But I would hear the blessed word</p> +<p class="t">That calls my soul to Thee;</p> +<p class="t0">And through the din of war,</p> +<p class="t">And in the midst of strife,</p> +<p class="t0">That word shall be the guiding star</p> +<p class="t">To lead me on to life.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And in the midst of snares</p> +<p class="t">Which subtle fingers lay,</p> +<p class="t0">I shall not stumble unawares</p> +<p class="t">Upon the upward way;</p> +<p class="t0">But keep before my eyes</p> +<p class="t">The goal before me set,</p> +<p class="t0">Lest I should miss the glorious prize</p> +<p class="t">Which loyal victors get.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_167">[167]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Christ, Who art my King,</p> +<p class="t">Thy cause I make mine own,</p> +<p class="t0">Till proud rebellious foes shall bring</p> +<p class="t">Their homage to Thy throne;</p> +<p class="t0">Till then my heart revive</p> +<p class="t">With courage brave and strong,</p> +<p class="t0">And steel my feeble arm to strive</p> +<p class="t">Against the power of wrong.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When from the fateful field</p> +<p class="t">I hail my rightful King,</p> +<p class="t0">To Him my trusty sword I’ll yield,</p> +<p class="t">And all my trophies bring;</p> +<p class="t0">And He shall crown my head</p> +<p class="t">With honours richer far</p> +<p class="t0">Than trophies from the conquered dead,</p> +<p class="t">And all the spoils of war.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h70" title="If in the cause of right I must"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_168">[168]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If in the cause of right I must,</p> +<p class="t">Do battle with the sword,</p> +<p class="t0">Then, let me follow Him I trust,</p> +<p class="t">My chosen King and Lord.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As Captain in the mortal fight,</p> +<p class="t">He knows the foe I fear;</p> +<p class="t0">His presence fires my soul with might,</p> +<p class="t">And fills my heart with cheer.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If I should see Him ever near,</p> +<p class="t">When blows unceasing fall,</p> +<p class="t0">I shall no flaunting banner fear,</p> +<p class="t">Nor loudest battle call.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_169">[169]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And in the thickest of the strife,</p> +<p class="t">No polished shaft I’ll dread,</p> +<p class="t0">For He preserves my soul in life,</p> +<p class="t">In battle shields my head.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No power shall in the fight prevail,</p> +<p class="t">No subtle gin ensnare,</p> +<p class="t0">Though all the hosts of hell assail,</p> +<p class="t">And guile the fraud prepare.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, gird me with Thy armour bright,</p> +<p class="t">And lead me forth to win,</p> +<p class="t0">For I would battle for the right</p> +<p class="t">Against the might of sin.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h71" title="The Christ on Olive’s mount in prayer"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_170">[170]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Christ on Olive’s mount in prayer</p> +<p class="t">His heart to God exprest;</p> +<p class="t0">And as they held sweet converse there,</p> +<p class="t">His soul with peace was blest.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Far from the din of troubled life,</p> +<p class="t">The tumult, and the swell,</p> +<p class="t0">A silence, stilling earthly strife,</p> +<p class="t">Upon His spirit fell.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And there a voice whose soothing tone</p> +<p class="t">The trusting spirit filled,</p> +<p class="t0">Came with that grace by which alone</p> +<p class="t">Our great unrest is stilled.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_171">[171]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O may the blessed thought, divine,</p> +<p class="t">That moved the Christ to prayer,</p> +<p class="t0">Our weary, anxious souls incline</p> +<p class="t">Like peace and joy to share;</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And on the mount where God is met,</p> +<p class="t">May we the solace know,</p> +<p class="t0">That found His soul on Olivet,</p> +<p class="t">Who shared our life below.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h72" title="Like music at the stilly hour"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_172">[172]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Like music at the stilly hour,</p> +<p class="t">When twilight veils the light of day,</p> +<p class="t0">A gentle voice, with winning power,</p> +<p class="t">Allured me from the world away.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">It made me sad, because I thought</p> +<p class="t">That love undying I could spurn;</p> +<p class="t0">It made me glad, because it brought</p> +<p class="t">A loving message in return.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah, then the Christ my sin revealed,</p> +<p class="t">And bade me cast the barrier down,</p> +<p class="t0">And rise to things from eyes concealed,</p> +<p class="t">More lasting than the world’s renown.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_173">[173]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I found the pathway to the cross,</p> +<p class="t">And lo, my blindness passed away,</p> +<p class="t0">For radiant sunlight swept across</p> +<p class="t">The darkness that had led astray.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twas then that Christ, in all His love,</p> +<p class="t">In all His beauty won my soul;—</p> +<p class="t0">Now, for the treasures stored above,</p> +<p class="t">I thrust aside the world’s control.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h73" title="O Lord, Thou in the hour of need"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_174">[174]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Lord, Thou in the hour of need,</p> +<p class="t">Didst succour those who sought Thine aid,—</p> +<p class="t0">The faint revive, the hungry feed,—</p> +<p class="t">And on the sick thine hand was laid.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our needy souls Thy help would crave,</p> +<p class="t">For faint they droop, and hungry pine,—</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, from their mortal sickness save,</p> +<p class="t">And heal them by Thy power divine.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where memories weave a sombre web,</p> +<p class="t">And sighs reveal the heart distressed,</p> +<p class="t0">Where joys that flowed, in murmurs ebb,</p> +<p class="t">And buoyant souls are sore oppressed;</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_175">[175]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come as of yore, all helpful, come,</p> +<p class="t">And let Thy loving kindness bless,</p> +<p class="t0">That, where the voice of praise is dumb,</p> +<p class="t">Songs may arise of thankfulness.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h74" title="My harp upon the willows, grave"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_176">[176]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My harp upon the willows, grave,</p> +<p class="t">In weeping days is sadly hung,</p> +<p class="t0">For, Lord, the joy Thy presence gave,</p> +<p class="t">Is from my soul in anguish wrung.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I think upon the peaceful hours,</p> +<p class="t">With Thy companionship to please;</p> +<p class="t0">But now the world is shorn of flowers,</p> +<p class="t">And birds are mute among the trees.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Wilt Thou not come as morning light?</p> +<p class="t">As spring that wakes the sleeping earth?</p> +<p class="t0">As zephyrs on the tuneless night,</p> +<p class="t">To stir my soul to holy mirth?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_177">[177]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O matchless Love! for me expressed,</p> +<p class="t">O gift of Love surpassing great!</p> +<p class="t0">Wake love responsive in my breast,</p> +<p class="t">And make my drooping soul elate.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My heart is strung; up heart, proclaim</p> +<p class="t">In joyful strains the Love divine,</p> +<p class="t0">That stooped from highest heaven, and came</p> +<p class="t">To earth to save this soul of mine;</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To free my heart from carking cares,</p> +<p class="t">From trusting aught to fleshly aid;</p> +<p class="t0">To shew me sin’s seductive snares,</p> +<p class="t">That for unwary feet are laid.</p> +</div> +<h5>VII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Blest Spirit of my God, return,</p> +<p class="t">And o’er my life resume Thy sway,</p> +<p class="t0">That love within my soul may burn,</p> +<p class="t">And quicken joy from day to day.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h75" title="To Thee my soul enraptured sings"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_178">[178]</div> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To Thee my soul enraptured sings,</p> +<p class="t0">O Thou, Immortal King of kings</p> +<p class="t2">Enthroned where glory shines;</p> +<p class="t0">The garland of the praises sweet,</p> +<p class="t0">That I would offer at Thy feet,</p> +<p class="t2">My grateful heart entwines.</p> +</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">More rare Thy beauty than the best</p> +<p class="t0">By highest heaven or earth possessed;</p> +<p class="t2">More radiant than the sun,</p> +<p class="t0">The glory shining from Thy face</p> +<p class="t0">That fills with light the holy place,</p> +<p class="t2">O Thou Immortal One!</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_179">[179]</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Greater Thy might than lord of war,—</p> +<p class="t0">Thy vast dominions stretch afar</p> +<p class="t2">Beyond a kingly sway;</p> +<p class="t0">Thy hand upholds the earth and sea,</p> +<p class="t0">And heaven, and all that therein be,</p> +<p class="t2">Thy wise decrees obey.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But not by rule of power alone</p> +<p class="t0">Are subjects loyal to Thy throne,</p> +<p class="t2">Thy love their fealty wins,—</p> +<p class="t0">A love that, by its winning grace</p> +<p class="t0">Allured our fallen, guilty race</p> +<p class="t2">From their rebellious sins.</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lord, by Thy cross that won my soul,</p> +<p class="t0">From bondage to benign control,</p> +<p class="t2">My every power possess;</p> +<p class="t0">That, daily, I my cross may bear,</p> +<p class="t0">And find, to serve Thee everywhere,</p> +<p class="t2">Is praising Thee the best.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_180">[180]</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To Thee my soul enraptured sings,</p> +<p class="t0">O Thou Immortal King of kings,</p> +<p class="t2">But I would join the song,</p> +<p class="t0">Of myriad souls in realms of light,</p> +<p class="t0">Who praise their King by day and night,</p> +<p class="t2">Through all the ages long.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="modern" title="Modern Greek Hymns"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_181">[181]</div> +<h3>MODERN GREEK HYMNS</h3> +<div id="h76" title="Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_183">[183]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Christos ho Logos me theoi sarkoumenos." class="g">Χριστὸς ὁ Λόγος με θεοῖ σαρκούμενος.</span></p> +<p class="hymninfo">The following is a close rendering of a hymn to Christ The +Word, taken from a collection of hymns to The Three One +God, by Bishop Nektarios, Metropolitan of Pentapolis (<i>vide</i> +<a href="#nektarios">Introduction, page xxi</a>). The hymn, which is in anapaests, is +at page 10 of the author’s collection, where it bears the title, +<span title="Ôdê eis ton kyrion hêmôn Iêsoun Christon." class="g">Ὠδὴ εἰς τὸν κύριον ἡμῶν Ιησοῦν Χριστὸν.</span> +The volume was published +at Athens, 1909, and is one of many similar collections +written by hymn-writers in the communion of the Greek Church.</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation</p> +<p class="t">Links my nature to Thine own;</p> +<p class="t0">By Thy sore Humiliation,</p> +<p class="t">I am lifted to Thy throne;</p> +<p class="t0">By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me</p> +<p class="t">With a zeal to sacrifice,</p> +<p class="t0">And to noble life inspired me,—</p> +<p class="t">Hence my grateful songs arise.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_184">[184]</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Word of God! Thy Crucifixion</p> +<p class="t">Hath upraised me from the earth;</p> +<p class="t0">By Thy death and dereliction,</p> +<p class="t">Thou hast given me nobler birth;</p> +<p class="t0">By Thy Resurrection glorious,</p> +<p class="t">Life immortal now I own,—</p> +<p class="t0">Hence ascend my songs victorious</p> +<p class="t">To Thy praise, O Christ the Son.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">By Thy hand at the creation,</p> +<p class="t">Thou didst form me from the ground,</p> +<p class="t0">And, to mark my kingly station,</p> +<p class="t">With Thine image I was crowned;</p> +<p class="t0">And that hand, when pierced and bleeding,</p> +<p class="t">Raised me from corruption’s mire,</p> +<p class="t0">And, though all this love unheeding,</p> +<p class="t">Decked me with divine attire.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_185">[185]</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thou who gav’st my soul its being,</p> +<p class="t">Breathing in me life divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Didst, by Thine all-wise decreeing,</p> +<p class="t">Unto death Thy life resign;</p> +<p class="t0">And from death my soul defending,</p> +<p class="t">Thou didst sojourn with the dead,</p> +<p class="t0">That Thou mightst, my fetters rending,</p> +<p class="t">Raise me up, Thou Glorious Head!</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Shame be on your heads abiding,</p> +<p class="t">Disobedient people now,</p> +<p class="t0">Who to death, and vile deriding,</p> +<p class="t">Caused the Word of God to bow!</p> +<p class="t0">Shame! for death, nor powers infernal,</p> +<p class="t">Nor the dark of hades’ gloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Could retain the King Eternal</p> +<p class="t">In the bondage of the tomb.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="h77" title="Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_186">[186]</div> +<p class="originc"><span title="Deute kai mimêsômetha en tê parousê heortê." class="g">Δεῦτε καὶ μιμησώμεθα ἐν τῇ παρούσῃ ἑορτῇ.</span></p> +<p class="hymninfo">Another rendering from the Greek of Bishop Nektarios. +The original is on page 68 of his collection, where it is entitled, +<span title="Hymnos eis tên baptisin tou kyriou hêmôn Iêsou Christou" class="g">Ὕμνος εἰς τὴν βάπτισιν τοῦ κυρίου ἡμῶν Ἰησοῦ Χριστοῦ</span>. +The hymn is obviously based on the troparian and contakion for the Feast +of the Theophany, or Epiphany (January 6), and the contakion +for the Feast of St. John Baptist (January 7). The latter +contakion reads thus:—</p> +<p class="hymninfo">“At Thy bodily presence Jordan was driven back in fear; +John shook with trembling as he fulfilled his prophetic +ministry; the host of angels were amazed at seeing the +Baptized in the flesh, and all that were in the dark shades +[of hades] received light, and praised Thee Who hast +appeared, and hast lightened everything.” (Menaeon, +Venice edition, page 81.)</p> +<h5>I</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere,</p> +<p class="t0">And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_187">[187]</div> +<h5>II</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lo, to the Jordan on this sacred day,</p> +<p class="t0">The Bridegroom from His chamber took His way.</p> +</div> +<h5>III</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Jordan affrighted, on its course was stayed;</p> +<p class="t0">The Baptist heard His voice and was dismayed.</p> +</div> +<h5>IV</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“How can I hold that sacred Head of Thine,</p> +<p class="t0">O Word of God, Immortal, and Divine?”</p> +</div> +<h5>V</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then, from the Father, in the heaven above,</p> +<p class="t0">The Holy Ghost descended as a Dove.</p> +</div> +<h5>VI</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">While on the Christ the dove-like form abode,</p> +<p class="t0">And Jordan’s parted waters o’er Him flowed.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_188">[188]</div> +<h5>VII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“This is my Son,” the Father spake from heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">“Who, for the lost of Adam’s race was given.”</p> +</div> +<h5>VIII</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Illumine us, we sing, O Christ the Lord,</p> +<p class="t0">Glory to Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word!</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="catalog" id="Catalog" title="By the Same Author"> +<hr /> +<h3 class="center"><i>BY THE SAME AUTHOR. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hymns from the Morningland + Being Translations, Centos and Suggestions from the Service + Books of the Holy Eastern Church + +Author: Various + +Translator: John Brownlie + +Release Date: July 21, 2009 [EBook #29480] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND *** + + + + +Produced by Stephen Hutcheson and Charles Coulston + + + + + + + + + + HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND + + + + + HYMNS + FROM THE MORNINGLAND + + + BEING + TRANSLATIONS, CENTOS + AND SUGGESTIONS + FROM THE SERVICE BOOKS OF + THE HOLY EASTERN CHURCH + + WITH INTRODUCTION + BY + JOHN BROWNLIE, D.D. + + _Author of_ + "_Hymns and Hymn Writers of the Church Hymnary_" + "_Hymns of the Greek Church_," "_Hymns from the Greek Office Books_" + "_Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church_" + _&c., &c._ + + _(SIXTH SERIES)_ + + PAISLEY: ALEXANDER GARDNER + _Publisher by Appointment to the late Queen Victoria_ + 1911 + + LONDON: + SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO., LMD. + + PRINTED BY ALEXANDER GARDNER, PAISLEY. + + + + + PREFACE + + +This sixth series of hymns from the Greek Offices is sent forth in the +hope that some of the flowers that bloom in the gardens of the East, in +which our Lord prayed and His Apostles tilled, may serve to beautify the +homes of the faithful in Western lands. Cut flowers lose their beauty and +freshness soon, but not infrequently their perfume remains; and roots +transplanted do not always continue to put forth leaves and blossoms in +that richness which adorns them in their native soil; but if in the case +of the culled flowers, which are here presented, some of their perfume +may chance to linger, it will probably serve to suggest their original +attractiveness. That they may, in some capacity, be used to adorn the +worship of Christ in our sterner clime, is the earnest prayer of the +translator. + + J. B. + +Trinity Manse, +Portpatrick, _July, 1911_. + + + + + INDEX OF FIRST LINES + + + + + PAGE + Introduction xi + HYMNS + My God, shall sin its power maintain 3 + Christmas-- + Hark! upon the morning breezes 9 + Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills 11 + Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now 13 + Ye saints, exult with cheerful song 15 + He came because the Father willed 17 + Now the King Immortal 19 + When o'er the world Augustus reigned 21 + O Light resplendent of the morn 23 + Passiontide-- + O wounded hands and feet 27 + When Jesus to the judgment hall 29 + They brought Him to the hill of death 31 + "Watch with Me," the Master said 33 + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" 35 + O darkest night that ever fell 37 + Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies 39 + O Son of God, afflicted 41 + This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, 43 + Easter-- + Lo, in its brightness the morning arising 49 + In the dark of early morn 51 + Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks 53 + Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb 55 + Rise, O glorious orb of day 58 + Ascension-- + Borne on the clouds, the Christ arose 63 + Lift up the gates 65 + Borne on the wings of light 67 + Pentecost-- + Like the beams that from the sun 71 + Come, Holy Ghost, in might 73 + Spirit of God, in love descend 75 + Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm 77 + O God, the Holy Ghost 78 + Various-- + When Jesus to the Jordan came 83 + When on the mount the Lord appeared 85 + Behold, the King of Zion rides 87 + Waving in the autumn breeze 89 + When in the clouds of heaven 91 + Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace 93 + Thou dost not pass a lonesome way 95 + The man who erring counsel shuns 97 + Lord, a band of foes increasing 99 + Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art 101 + From the hills the light is streaming 103 + The day declines to night 105 + Lord, let us feel that Thou art near 107 + Come, praise with gladness, the Lord of all creation 109 + Penitence and Love-- + Now, with my weeping would I cleanse my soul 115 + O God of love, on bended knee 117 + O God, in mercy hear 119 + Come to the Christ in tears 122 + Forgive my heart its vain regrets 124 + Far let me flee from worldly sin 126 + Lord of mercy, at Thy gate 128 + Burdened with a heavy load 130 + Lord of a countless throng 132 + Let all the world abroad 134 + Thou Saviour of our sinful race 136 + Where the Lord reveals His presence 138 + O love of God, surpassing far 140 + O God of our salvation 142 + O Jesus, when my guilty fears 144 + Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me 146 + Aspirations-- + Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold 151 + Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing 153 + Bring to the Christ your fears 155 + Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul 158 + Surpassing great the gift of God 160 + My hope is firmly set 162 + The time is drawing near 164 + I will not yield my sword 166 + If in the cause of right I must 168 + The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer 170 + Like music at the stilly hour 172 + O Lord, Thou in the hour of need 174 + My harp upon the willows, grave 176 + To Thee my soul enraptured sings 178 + Modern Greek Hymns-- + Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation 183 + Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere 186 + + + + + INTRODUCTION + + +Critics are of three classes:--the laudatory, who, if they see anything +to complain of, make no complaint; the severe, who, if they see anything +deserving commendation, say nothing about it; and the discriminating, who +see both and say it, and at the same time throw out hints which as a rule +are both acceptable and helpful. Particularly is this the case when the +advice tendered confirms a growing conviction on the part of a writer. + +One cannot work continuously at a subject, and all the while get the +thoughtful criticism of his observers, without improving his methods. +From a review of a recent volume by the writer, the following is +taken:--"It seems to us that it is in the adaptation, rather than strict +translation, that the wealth of thought and emotion buried in the service +books of the Eastern Church will be minted into coin of golden praise +meet for sanctuary use, and comparable in worth and beauty to the +splendid currency of these latter days." This is strictly true, and it is +the conviction which has for some time possessed the author, with the +result that he has been giving less attention to translation, or +transliteration, and more attention to suggestion, adaptation, and +reminiscence. One cannot spend a day with the Greek service books (say +with the Triodion, which contains the incomparable Lenten and Easter +offices) without having his mind filled with thoughts the most beautiful, +thoughts which can sometimes be expressed in almost identical phrase with +the original, but which oftener, in order to do them justice by revealing +them in all their richness, require to be dwelt upon, expanded, and +clothed in appropriate western phrase. This is without doubt the best way +in which to deal with the praise material of the Greek service books, and +the present writer has set himself in this volume to act according to +that conviction. Here, there are fewer translations than in any former +volume, and the greater number of the hymns are reminiscences of the +Greek. + +The contents of this book may be ranged under three categories:--A few +translations or renderings, as literal as it is possible or desirable to +make them; centos, or patchwork, _i.e._, pieces which are not versions of +any particular hymn in the original, but which are made up of portions of +various hymns; and suggestions, or reminiscences of the Greek. In the +case of the last, the best that can be said of them is that they owe +their existence in the present instance, to the Greek. While to the +ordinary reader there may be nothing in these suggestions to indicate +their source, no one who is acquainted with the praise of the Eastern +Church will fail to detect here and there certain marks which inevitably +announce their origin. In most cases initial Greek headlines have been +dispensed with, for the reason that they can serve no useful purpose, nor +indicate with any certainty the source of any particular hymn. + +When one rises from a contemplation of Christian worship as it is +presented to him in the ancient forms of the Apostolic Church, it is with +pain that his ears are assailed with charges which he knows to be as +lacking in truth as they would be if they were levelled against +ourselves. God knows how far we have all drifted from our ideal, and +those who have the best excuse, not the farthest. But this offensive and +ungrateful spirit is surely unbecoming on the part of those who owe so +much to the Church which they censure. If Christian love would abound on +all sides, how soon would the wounds of Christ's Body heal! If those deep +wounds are to be bound up, it will only be by pouring in oil and wine. +Controversy and argument have been tried for centuries. They have failed. +We must all begin where the beloved St. John so feelingly bids +us,--"Little children, love one another." Love implies humility, and if +we are humble, and stoop to love, we will find hearts all over the world +only longing and praying for the balm of that Divine oil. Then dogmatic +differences will be solved in a new manner, and much more. + +It is not a pleasant task to revert to the censures which are hurled +against the Eastern Church, by critics who are obviously ignorant of her +past history, and who seem to have taken no trouble to acquaint +themselves with her present position; but when one is continually met +with the same offensive statements, offensive because untrue, there is +only one thing to be done, and that is to meet them with the truth, and +refute them on every possible occasion, in the hope that in the end the +truth will be vindicated. + +The charges have certainly not the charm of variety; they are painfully +monotonous:--The Greek Church is "dead," and "non-missionary." Certainly +non-missionary, if dead! To say of any organization, church or other, +that it is dead and non-progressive, is to say the worst that could be +said. + +Dead! And what are the signs of death in the Eastern Church? Truly they +are marvellously unusual. Is it because she preserves the beauty, +dignity, and quiet solemnity, which must ever be associated with true +worship, and refuses to admit methods which are alien to it? Many of our +Churches have become societies, or guilds (a familiar term in these +days), in which are included every attraction which can appeal to the +eyes of the world. A Pleasant Sunday Afternoon, is the guise in which the +worship of God is presented to men who are not attracted by the calm and +rest of God's house; and the methods employed are bringing with them +their inevitable results. We fear the Church is in danger of forgetting +that its prime function is to preserve the Holy Worship of God, and by +its means to establish the saints in The Faith; and that its mission is +to go down to the world, inspiring those who are there with the spirit of +Christ; returning at the appointed time to observe the worship of God in +His house, and bringing with it those who are weary with the toil of +life, that they may be refreshed; and is allowing the world to invade its +sanctuary, and scare away the spirit of true worship. It is not enough to +say that present-day methods must be observed, that people will not come +to church unless it conforms to the spirit of the times. The human soul +will still desire to dwell in the house of the Lord, to behold His beauty +and to enquire, when it feels impelled by the Blessed Spirit of +God,--when it longs for peace and spiritual refreshment which can only be +found in communion with the Divine. Doubtless, to the pushful spirit of +the age, the Church which preserves in calm dignity the form of worship +which has been handed down to it through the ages, and tenaciously +adhered to in the midst of persecution and martyrdom, and refuses to +admit the methods of the concert hall, the debating society, and the +lecture room, must appear to be a dead Church indeed. So be it! + +But, it is asked, what evidences are there that the Greek Church is a +living Church? What is she doing in the field of literature, theological +in particular? And in aggressive Christian work at home and abroad? + +From this enquiry we cannot exclude the Greek Church in Russia, for, +while in the ancient sphere of that Church's operation (in Greece, and +Turkey, and Asia Minor) much is being done in the domain of education in +her schools and theological colleges, and in theological literature, it +is in Russia, where none of the grievous hindrances to activity exists +which for 600 years have frustrated many of her efforts at home, but +where free scope and encouragement for its exercise are guaranteed, that +most evidence of progress is seen. + +Here is the testimony of one who cannot, _prima facie_, be deemed +unprejudiced.[1] A few years ago, Father Aurelio Palmieri was sent to +Russia by the Vatican to procure books and manuscripts for the Russian +section of the Papal library at Rome. He writes in the _Tserkoviya +Viedomosto_ (December 6, 1904):--"It is time to render justice to the +truth, and to put an end to those many calumnies, which are propagated +against Russia by envious and interested persons--persons who desire to +deprive her of her influence, and to rob her of her prestige. In the +Russian universities, the instruction given is far more serious than that +given in our own Italy; and the magnificent Ecclesiastical Academies, all +under religious influence, at St. Petersburg, Moscow, Kieff, and Kazan, +make us feel a sense of sadness at the miserable and insufficient +instruction that is given to our own Italian clergy. Let us say frankly, +that in our Italy, and even at Rome, we possess no such establishments +which for beauty of organization, capable professors, and wealth of +libraries, can rival these Russian Ecclesiastical Academies. To convince +people of the truth of my assertion, I need only refer them to the superb +official organs of these Academies ... and set out what a vast quantity +of scientific works [this Father Palmieri does] is brought together in +these collections of Russian theological writers, and how far we in Italy +are from giving to the study of theology the development which it +receives in Russia.... I invite the scholars, not only of Italy, but of +every nation, to make acquaintance with the innumerable collection of +books now in the Vatican. They will there find convincing testimony to +the intensity of the intellectual work in Russia, and to the scientific +vitality of her Church...." + +Again, in his book, _La Chiesa Russa_ (Florence, 1908), he deplores, not +the ignorance of the East, but the ignorance of the West. "It is +deplorable," he says, "that the intense scientific production of Russia +is almost totally ignored by the West.... A great nation like Russia is +not a negligible quantity affected by an intellectual quagmire (p. 671). +The Russian Ecclesiastical literature is rich in monographs on particular +subjects, and above all in Patristic theology. In this sphere of +research, Russian Orthodoxy can even outrival the German science." Such +is the testimony of one of the most cultured men in Italy. + +The question is sometimes asked, What is the Greek Church doing at the +present time in the department of hymnody, in which her ancient offices +are so rich? Much; but as present day compositions are not used in the +canonical services, the supply of such material is not encouraged as it +would be in other circumstances, and as it is in the West, where the +demand for material for congregational hymnaries is so persistent. But +the Greek Church can boast of many hymn writers in her communion, whose +compositions would do no discredit to our Western hymnaries. Any +bookseller in Athens would supply a catalogue of Greek hymnological work +to any interested enquirer. + +The writer has before him at this moment a volume of hymns, {TRIADIKON} +(Athens, 1909), the work of Bishop Nektarios, who for many years was head +of the great Rhizareion Theological College in Athens. The volume +contains about two hundred pieces suitable for use during the Church +seasons, and for general use. They were, however, composed, so the author +writes, to be read reverently, or sung privately, in the household. The +language of the hymns composed by present day hymn-writers has the modern +flavour, and so presents difficulties which, however, the student who has +a knowledge of the language of the service books can readily overcome, +with the help of a grammar and dictionary of modern Greek; for, while +modern Greek is nine-tenths similar to ancient Greek (_i.e._, modern +Greek of the first class, for there are several classes, according to the +grade of society) it has yet one-tenth which differs, and it is that +tenth which causes trouble. Such hymns are used at services _extra +ecclesiam_,--at meetings, church schools, colleges, and monasteries, or +at any other non-canonical service. They are, as a rule, set to +attractive music, often by eminent musicians. The translation of two +hymns from the fore-mentioned collection by Bishop Nektarios, are +included in this volume at pp. 183-6. + +So, even in the department of hymnody, the Greek Church is showing no +signs of falling away, and, although she refuses to admit modern +productions into her Church services, and adheres to the hymns of her +early hymn-writers (an attitude, by the way, very similar to what we in +Scotland maintained until very recent times, when psalms alone were +permitted in our canonical services, to the exclusion of all hymns), she +has yet a band of hymn-writers who uphold a noble succession, and keep +adding to her treasury of praise, encouraged in their gracious work by +the countenance which the Church gives to its use on all possible +occasions. + +But the commonest charge levelled against the Greek Church is that of +being non-missionary; and the charge which is so utterly untrue, is +deemed sufficient to relegate her to the limbo of the effete and +worthless. The truth is, that the missionary zeal, and activity of that +Church, are among the most outstanding features of her history; and when +we consider the terrible odds against which she has had to contend, both +in Europe and Asia, we wonder at the success that has been achieved. + +Let us bear in mind that the population of Russia alone is about +170,000,000, that the natural increase goes on at the rate of four +millions annually, and that in twenty years the population will amount to +about 250,000,000. Think of the mighty task laid upon the Church to keep +abreast of such a growth, and at the same time to keep the Faith alive in +the mass,--for the great majority of this vast population are attached to +the Orthodox Church. And this is the task to which the Greek Church +addresses herself, to carry the blessings of Christianity to the farthest +Russian outpost, and to keep the flame alive where it has already been +kindled. Yet this is the Church which English-speaking Christians call +non-missionary. "If we take the English Church, for example, which prides +itself on its missions, and if we exclude all its missions from the +category of mission work which lie within the vast Empire of England's +dominions beyond the seas (that is to say, from India, Africa, Canada, +Australia, to English sailors, etc.), we would find how very few and weak +English missions really are. What a poor role, then, do English missions +play outside English lands! Why, then, do English folk gird at the great +Russian Church for a lack of missionary zeal when she is labouring hard +in her immense county in Europe and Asia for Christ? In Siberia and Asia +generally she is ever spreading the Faith, and that among many tribes and +tongues and peoples; and she has missions in Japan, China, Persia, +Palestine, Alaska, the Aleoutine Islands, and elsewhere."[2] + +What the Greek Church is doing in Russian dominions, she is doing also in +her ancient lands, although under quite different auspices. In Turkey and +Asia Minor she keeps the flame aglow amid adverse conditions, and +provides spiritual food for her vast household. Besides, she is the most +active missionary agency in the Levant. + +But enough has been said. If we could only overtop the mountains of +prejudice, and we fear we must add, for it is the parent of prejudice, +ignorance, which divide the West from the East, we should be able to look +down not upon a barren wilderness, but a fruitful vineyard, in which the +servants of Christ are working under the eye of their Master, even as we +are working in our separate sphere. Let us think about these things. + + +---------- + +[1]_Vide_ an article in the _Re-union Magazine_, by F. W. Groves + Campbell, LL.D., March, 1910 (London: Cope & Fenwick). + +[2]_Vide_ footnote, p. xviii. + + + + + HYMNS + + + "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live!" + + + + + I + + My God, shall sin its power maintain, + And in my soul defiant live! + 'Tis not enough that Thou forgive, + The cross must rise, and self be slain. + + II + + Then in my life Thy love reveal,-- + As by The Christ Who bore the cross, + So by my sacrifice and loss, + And by the bitter pangs I feel. + + III + + O God of love, Thy love declare,-- + 'Tis not enough that Christ should die, + I too, with Him, in death must lie, + And in my death His anguish share. + + IV + + Lord, is it nothing now, to Thee?-- + Yea, it is much, that well I know, + For Thou hast memory of the woe + That filled Thy soul at Calvary. + + V + + And Thou wilt come with gracious aid, + When, burdened on the awful road, + I fall beneath the grievous load + Upon my fainting spirit laid. + + VI + + Nor let me feel Thou hast no care, + Though arrows fly, and darkness fall; + Sin must be slain, but when I call + Thou art attentive to my prayer. + + VII + + O God of love, Thy power disclose,-- + 'Tis not enough that Christ should rise, + I, too, must seek the brightening skies, + And rise from death, as Christ arose. + + VIII + + And from the cross, and to the grave + Descend; and when the morning breaks, + To life anew the soul awakes + That sin nor death shall e'er enslave. + + IX + + The cross is love: the Christ's, and mine;-- + 'Tis life to die, and death to live, + And not enough that God forgive, + If I would live the life divine. + + + + + CHRISTMAS + + + + + {Doxa en hypsistois Theo.} + + + I + + Hark! upon the morning breezes, + In the darkness, ere the waking, + Music sweet the senses pleases, + Soft upon the stillness breaking;-- + "Glory, Glory!" this the singing, + Welcome to Immanuel bringing. + + II + + Shepherds at their watch beholding + Angels clad in glistening whiteness, + Heard the wondrous news unfolding + 'Mid that dazzling scene of brightness;-- + "Glory, Glory!" peace, and kindness, + Light is breaking on our blindness. + + III + + Glorious morn! The sun uprising, + Shone upon a world rejoicing; + God is with us, truth surprising; + List to song the message voicing,-- + "Glory, Glory!" ages told it, + Heavenly voices now unfold it. + + IV + + God adored, our nature wearing! + Ah, such condescending meekness! + Stooping to a world despairing, + Full of pity for our weakness;-- + "Glory, Glory!" praises swelling, + God hath made with man His dwelling. + + + + + {techthentos tou Christou.} + + + I + + Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills, + More radiant far than any earthly morn; + 'Tis heavenly light that all creation fills;-- + The Christ is born. + + II + + Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed, + Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn, + In Bethlehem's manger is at length revealed;-- + The Christ is born. + + III + + Lo, from their watch, the herdsmen raise their eyes, + For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn, + And angels poured their raptures from the skies,-- + The Christ is born. + + IV + + Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare + Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn, + Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there;-- + The Christ is born. + + V + + Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings; + Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn, + Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!-- + The Christ is born. + + + + + {hoi magoi ta dora prospherousin;} + + {hoi poimenes to thauma keryttousin.} + + + I + + Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now, + No wreath of gold encircleth His brow, + Lowly His state,--in lowly worship bow; + Hail to the King! + + II + + Born of His Maiden Mother, pure as snow, + Son of our God, begotten long ago, + Ere yet the stream of time began to flow; + Hail to the King! + + III + + Nowhere was found a shelter for His head, + Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed, + No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed; + Hail to the King! + + IV + + Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing; + Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring, + No other hand bestowed an offering; + Hail to the King! + + V + + Hail to the King! O Christ upon Thy throne, + Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own, + When by Thy Birth and Death Thou did'st atone; + Hail to the King! + + + + + {Euphrainesthe Dikaioi; ouranoi agalliasthe;} + + {skirtesate ta ore, Christou gennethentos.} + + Christmas. + + + I + + Ye saints exult with cheerful song, + Ye heavens be glad this morn, + And let the mountains leap for joy, + For Christ on earth is born. + + II + + Behold the Virgin Mother holds + The Child in warm embrace,-- + The One-begotten Son of God, + Incarnate Word of grace. + + III + + And shepherds from their lonely watch, + By angel guidance given, + At Bethlehem found the Promised Child, + And praised the God of heaven. + + IV + + And heavenly choirs their music poured, + Upon the stillness, then, + Ascribing glory unto God, + And peace on earth to men. + + V + + Lo, wise men from the Morningland, + Their costly treasures bear, + And at the manger worshipped low, + And laid their offerings there. + + VI + + Now, with the angel host who sang, + We join our thankful praise, + To God the Father, God the Son, + And Holy Ghost, always. + + + + + {Ho Pater eudokesen,} + + Stichera Idiomela. Christmas. + + + I + + He came because the Father willed, + And from the midst of heaven's renown, + The promise to our world fulfilled, + And won a kingdom for His crown. + + II + + He came because He willed to bear + The burden that His love imposed; + And all our lot of sorrow share, + Until the day in darkness closed. + + III + + Ah! angels hailed that morning bright, + And in the heavens their carols sung; + But God Himself was hid in night, + When sin and death their arrows flung. + + IV + + But not to sink beneath their power, + The God-man girt Him for the fray; + And from the darkness of that hour, + There sprang the light of endless day. + + V + + And wounded souls the triumph knew; + Fresh courage to the faint was given; + And e'en the dead to life anew, + Rose in the glorious might of heaven. + + VI + + For sin was crushed, and death was slain;-- + All hail, the great victorious Son, + Who mounts the throne of heaven again, + To rule the kingdom He has won. + + + + + {Christos ho Basileus.} + + + I + + Now the King Immortal + Comes to claim His own,-- + Shepherds at their watch by night, + Hail the glory of the light-- + They, and they alone. + + II + + Heralds from the heaven-land, + Tell His Advent clear;-- + Where the sound of hurrying feet? + Where the crowds come forth to greet? + Where the loyal cheer? + + III + + Angels, on the night winds + Have their carols thrown,-- + Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet, + Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet, + Theirs, and theirs, alone. + + IV + + Ah, the silent night hours, + Ah, the slumberers, prone,-- + Mortals wake, arise, adore, + Angels, shepherds, honours pour, + They, and they, alone. + + V + + Jesu, King Immortal, + Mount thy rightful throne; + Loyal hearts their plaudits pour, + Heavenly choirs in songs adore, + They, not they alone. + + + + + {Augoustou monarchesantos epi tes ges,} + + {he polyarchia ton anthropon epausato.} + + _By Cassia the Recluse._ + + Menaeon Dec. 25. + + + I + + When o'er the world Augustus reigned, + The rule of kingships felt decay; + And when our Lord appeared as Man, + The idol shrines were swept away. + + II + + One earthly power the people knew, + One world-embracing rule obeyed; + Then Gentiles to the Godhead knelt, + And undivided homage paid. + + III + + And when the monarch's will was known, + A census of the tribes was told; + Then, in the name of Christ their God, + His faithful subjects were enrolled. + + IV + + For great Thy mercy is to us, + O God, our King, Whose rule we own, + And we will render while we live, + One glory to Thy name alone. + + + + + {nyn panta peplerotai photos.} + + + I + + O Light, resplendent of the morn + On golden pinions upwards borne, + That usherest in the day; + We rise responsive to the call, + As night removes her dusky pall, + And speeds her flight away. + + II + + O Light, that, from the Father's face, + Shone on our world with winning grace, + When darker night prevailed; + We rise to greet Thine Advent bright, + All hail! majestic in Thy might, + When darkness is assailed. + + III + + O let my soul Thy rising see; + From every cloud my vision free, + And on my pathway shine; + Then shall my course, in safety trod, + Lead ever nearer to my God, + The source of light divine. + + IV + + O Jesus, Morn of better day, + Thou Light of lights, Whose gladsome ray + Gives light, and life, and cheer; + Light to my soul, and life impart, + And fill with joy my inmost heart, + And scatter night and fear. + + + + + PASSIONTIDE + + + + + I + + O wounded hands and feet! + O heart, with spear thrust torn! + O brow, with blood drops falling down, + Beneath the stinging thorn! + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Why was such anguish Thine? + + II + + The angels were amazed, + The sun refused his light, + And they who knew that Christ was God, + Turned from the woeful sight;-- + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Why was such anguish Thine? + + III + + My soul, can'st thou not tell? + Why such a sacrifice? + Hast thou no needs, for which alone + The cross can find supplies? + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Why was such anguish Thine? + + IV + + For thee the cross was reared; + For thee the Christ was slain; + For thee He sojourned with the dead, + And rose to life again;-- + O Jesus, Lord divine, + Thus was the anguish Thine. + + + + + I + + When Jesus to the judgment hall + By cruel men was led, + He wore a purple robe of scorn, + And thorns upon His head;-- + They called Him King, and bowed the knee, + And paid Him homage, mockingly. + + II + + "Away! let Him be crucified!" + The impious shouts proclaim; + And forth they led the Son of God + To die a death of shame; + And passing thence amid' the crowd, + Beneath a ponderous cross He bowed. + + III + + Behold Him nailed upon the cross + And left alone to die, + While from the awful scene of death + His timid followers fly;-- + In agony He groaned and sighed, + And faint, He bowed the head, and died. + + IV + + Ah, cruel death for Him to die, + Ah, vilest death of shame,-- + Who, to redeem our guilty souls, + From God, in pity came;-- + The glory of the Father's throne + He left, to make our souls His own. + + V + + O Jesus, to Thy cross I cling, + For Thou, my Lord, art there, + Who, in Thy love, True Man became, + My load of sin to bear; + And lo, I lift my eyes to heaven, + For God in mercy hath forgiven. + + + + + I + + They brought Him to the hill of death + Where ruthless felons died, + And there, upon a cross of shame, + The Christ was crucified; + By wicked men the nails were driven, + And God, in silence, looked from heaven. + + II + + They bade Him find His help in God, + If He were Christ indeed, + And save Himself, as He had saved + So many in their need; + Such taunting words like venom stung, + And God beheld the arrows flung. + + III + + They wagged their heads in mocking scorn, + And bade the Christ come down,-- + While from His wounds the blood-drops fell, + And from the thorny crown; + The spear uplifted pierced His side, + And God beheld the crimson tide. + + IV + + All dark at noon, the sun refused + His wonted light to shed, + For sin and death had God defied, + And Christ His Son was dead; + And God had turned His face away, + Nor heard the Christ in anguish pray. + + V + + All hail the Resurrection morn! + The light returns again, + And Christ is throned at God's right hand + Who once for man was slain; + And God extends His pardoning grace, + Nor hides the brightness of His face. + + + + + I + + "Watch with Me," The Master said, + And the night around Him fell, + While the snares of sin and hell, + On His awful path were spread. + + II + + But they slumbered while He prayed;-- + They who were His constant care, + Heard no echo of His prayer, + When His soul was sore dismayed. + + III + + Then He held the cup of woe, + And the prayer to God was made,-- + Thrice in agony He prayed, + That He might the draught forego. + + IV + + But the will of God was done, + In the garden, on that night, + And He rose in all the might + Of the well-beloved Son. + + V + + Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,-- + Wake from slumber, hear Him pray, + All thy griefs are borne away, + By His agony, untold. + + VI + + And the strength of God is thine + When the will of God is done + In obedience, as a son, + Conscious of a love divine. + + + + + I + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And surging crowds around Him pressed; + With breaking heart, and soul distressed, + He bore the cross on which He died. + + II + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And He the well-beloved Son, + The Son of God Who should have won + The love He never once denied. + + III + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And to the wood His hands were nailed, + And mocking words His ears assailed, + That God, Who looked from heaven, defied. + + IV + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + And when the deed of night was done, + The light was blotted from the sun, + And hell's abode exulting, cried. + + V + + They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" + Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns, + As to that cruel cross it turns, + For 'twas for me the Saviour died. + + + + + I + + O darkest night that ever fell! + Before the sun had set, + The light was blotted from the heavens, + And death, and darkness met. + + II + + For God had turned His face away + From all the sin He bore, + Whom in His love to earth He sent, + To bear our suffering sore. + + III + + Ah! darkest night that ever falls + On soul of human race, + When God in anger turns away + The brightness of His face; + + IV + + Then, sun and moon, and stars are lost, + Amid' our hopeless night; + And all the radiant bliss of life + Is curtained from our sight. + + V + + O Christ, Thou art our Light, and Sun, + Our Hope 'mid guilty fears; + No night surrounds Thy presence now, + Nor threatening cloud appears; + + VI + + And sin and death no longer reign, + Nor day to dark declines, + For, from the Father's face, a light + Of reconcilement shines. + + + + + I + + Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies, + While earth is moved with sore dismay, + And e'en the sun, though high at noon, + In anguish veils the light of day. + + II + + Then hell and darkness riot held, + And sin and death combined their power + To crush the Christ Whom sinful men + Had hastened to that awful hour. + + III + + But O, 'twas darkness deeper still + Than o'er the earth in blackness lay, + When God beheld the suffering Son, + And turned from Him His face away. + + IV + + Ah! whence that suffering? Whence that woe? + The horror felt by earth and sky? + The victory of the powers of night, + That doomed the God-man there to die? + + V + + My soul distressed, look up! behold! + With light from heaven the earth is filled;-- + The Christ that awful conflict met, + Because a God of wisdom willed. + + VI + + Now sin its latest shaft has hurled, + And death put forth its utmost might, + But, lo, the Christ the conflict stood, + And sin and death are vanquished, quite. + + VII + + Glory to Thee our souls proclaim, + Great Son of God, Thou Victor strong; + Thy love inspires our hearts to sing, + The victory fills our endless song. + + + + + I + + O Son of God, afflicted, + And slain for sinful men, + My soul hath oft' depicted + What Thou didst suffer then,-- + The pain, the grief, the sighing, + The burden of Thy woe, + The cross, the shame, the dying + That filled Thy life below. + + II + + Ah, why from heavenly blessing + Didst Thou to earth descend, + And share the woes distressing, + To be the sinner's Friend? + The angels looked amazed, + While men untouched beheld + The Christ to souls debased, + By love divine impelled. + + III + + 'Twas love, 'twas love unbounded, + As high as heaven ascends, + As deep as depths unsounded, + And broad as earth extends; + Yea, 'twas a love undying, + That suffered for my sake;-- + Lord, may a love replying, + Within my soul awake. + + + + + I + + This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, + When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls, + For none but Thee the power of hell controls,-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + II + + There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring; + No heavenly messenger on speedy wing; + Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy cross we cling,-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + III + + Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai's hill; + Dark are the fears, our guilty souls that fill; + Help we have none,--O then, of Thy sweet will, + Have mercy, Lord. + + IV + + Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised,-- + Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised, + Who, at the hands of sinners was abased;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + V + + Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head; + Pierced for our sins, upon the cross He bled; + Life is His gift, Who liveth, and was dead;-- + Have mercy, Lord; + + VI + + Life, and to live, amid the bliss beyond, + Where souls beloved, to loving souls respond, + Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond,-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + + + + EASTER + + + + + I + + Lo, in its brightness the morning arising, + Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread; + Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising, + Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled. + + II + + Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking, + Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom; + Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking, + Free from death's bands Thou did'st rise from the tomb. + + III + + Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty, + See not the Master arise in His might; + Hear not the call to the doing of duty, + Know not the rapture that thrills in the light. + + IV + + Morn speaks of life,--let us rise to new living, + Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives, + Give to the world what the morning is giving, + Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives. + + V + + Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,-- + Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel; + Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising, + Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell. + + + + + I + + In the dark of early morn, + Ere the light dispelled the gloom, + Came the hearts with sorrow torn, + Weeping to the lonely tomb. + + II + + Brought they aromatics rare + Culled from every choicest stem, + And from gardens blooming fair + Round thy slopes, Jerusalem. + + III + + Ah, the thoughts that filled the mind, + As they journeyed all alone, + For the Blessed Lord was kind, + And they loved Him as their own. + + IV + + Glistening in the morning grey, + Whence those garments fairer far + Than the light that hails the day + In the glorious morning star? + + V + + List! their voices, heavenly, sweet, + As the light clad angels say, + Come, behold in reverence meet, + Where the risen Master lay. + + VI + + Hail the gladness, hail the day, + Bring no spices, bring no tears; + Death has lost its power to slay, + And the grave is reft of fears. + + + + + I + + Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks, + And earth awakes from all the woeful past, + For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes, + And sin and death into the grave are cast. + + II + + Glory to God! The cross with all its shame, + Now sheds its glory o'er a ransomed world; + For He Who bore the burden of our blame, + With pierced hands the foe to hell hath hurled. + + III + + Glory to God! Sing ransomed souls again,-- + And let your songs our glorious Victor laud, + Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant's chain, + And set us free to rise with Him to God. + + IV + + Darkness and night farewell! the morn is here; + Welcome! the light that ushers in the day; + Visions of joy before our sight appear, + And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away. + + V + + Great Son of God, Immortal, and renowned! + Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow; + Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned, + For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now. + + + + + I + + Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb, + And ere the dawn upon the earth had broke, + The Light of lights had burst upon its gloom, + When He, our Light, from death's dark sleep awoke. + + II + + Were there no eyes to gaze upon the sight? + No hearts to sing, when sundered was the prison? + Watchers there were, who lingered through the night, + Angels who said, "The Master hath arisen." + + III + + Where now its sting, since death itself is dead? + Where now the power that held the captive bound? + Weave laurels gay to crown the Victor's head, + Sing carols loud till earth and heaven resound. + + IV + + Break, happy morn! and let the world be glad, + Night is no more, and all our fears are gone; + Joy fills the souls that erstwhile had been sad, + Hope fills the tomb, where hope had never shone. + + V + + Sleepers, awake! The Christ from death awoke, + Break into song, and let the silence sing, + Speak to the world what language never spoke, + Bring from a tomb what mourners cannot bring. + + VI + + Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb, + Hope in our souls is shining as the sun; + Clouds bring no fear, for in the deepest gloom, + Rest we in faith,--the Victory is won. + + + + + I + + Rise, O glorious orb of day,-- + Christ no longer fills the grave, + He hath risen with power to save,-- + Rise, and clear our night away. + + II + + Day, by seer and psalmist sung, + Gladdest day for earth and heaven, + For the Christ, Whom God had given, + Hath the power from hades wrung. + + III + + Clouds of darkness, bow the head, + Weep in raindrops in the night! + Sorrow now is chased from sight, + For the living Christ was dead. + + IV + + Heaven above, and earth below,-- + Men and angels raise the strain, + Death could not the Christ retain,-- + Let your praises endless flow. + + V + + Ah, the spear, the thorns, the nails, + Ah, the dying and the death, + And the slow expiring breath,-- + But the suffering Christ prevails. + + VI + + Where can death bestow his prey? + Can he hold the Lord of life? + Better he had shirked the strife, + Than have lost his power for aye. + + VII + + Rise, O glorious orb of day! + Christ no longer fills the grave, + He hath risen with power to save,-- + Rise, and clear our night away. + + + + + ASCENSION + + + + + {anabas eis hypsos.} + + Ascension. + + + I + + Borne on the clouds the Christ arose + To where the light celestial glows, + Till, farther than the eye could view, + He passed the heavenly portals through. + + II + + Ended the weary life below, + The painful toil, the grief, the woe; + The conflict of the cross is past, + And sin and death are slain at last. + + III + + Now, list the heavenly song begun + By hosts in garments like the sun; + Lift up, lift up your heads, ye gates! + The glorious King an entrance waits. + + IV + + Ascended Christ! in mercy yet, + Think of the hearts on Olivet, + And in Thy wondrous grace restore + Thy living Presence gone before. + + V + + And let the Spirit's aid revive + Our waiting souls that faithful strive, + Till from our Olivet we soar, + To dwell with Thee for evermore. + + + + + {arate pylas.} + + + I + + Lift up the gates, + The Lord of heaven appears; + Thrust wide the doors, + The King of glory nears; + The throne is His Whose arm of might + O'erthrew the tyrant in the fight. + + II + + Lift up the gates,-- + The gates of hades fell; + Thrust wide the doors, + He burst the doors of hell, + And prisoners in the dark abode, + Exulting, hailed the Son of God. + + III + + Lift up the gates,-- + No power His might can meet; + Thrust wide the doors, + The foe is at His feet; + The path is cleared, the prize is won, + Enter, Thou all-victorious Son. + + IV + + Lift up the gates,-- + They come who welcome win; + Thrust wide the doors, + And let His followers in; + They come from toil and conflict long, + Ten thousand times ten thousand strong. + + V + + Lift up the gates,-- + Still valiant deeds are done; + Thrust wide the doors, + For laurels yet are won; + And when the victor sheathes his sword, + Receive the follower of his Lord. + + + + + I + + Borne on the wings of light, + Behold the Lord ascend, + Up to the portals bright + Where heavenly powers attend, + And fling the gates of glory wide, + While praises rise like flowing tide. + + II + + Back to the Father's bliss + From war and strife below, + From toil and loneliness + 'Mid scenes of sin and woe;-- + Loud plaudits hail the Victor now, + Who comes with triumph on His brow. + + III + + Lord, in the peace of heaven, + Far from our toil and pain, + Think of the promise given, + And come to us again;-- + Remember, Thou, the toilsome road, + That brought Thee to Thy blest abode. + + IV + + And see the toils we bear, + And hear the prayers we send; + In answer to our prayers, + Our needy souls befriend;-- + We need not languish in the night, + Though heaven receive Thee from our sight. + + 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 + + "Lo, I am with you to the end," + Thus speaks the promise of our Lord; + O Spirit of the Christ, descend, + Fulfil to us the gracious word. + + + + + I + + Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm + Our troubled souls, and give them rest; + And with His touch, like healing balm, + Allay the pain of the distressed. + + II + + We hear the promise Thou did'st make + To lone disciples long ago, + And peace and hope our souls o'ertake, + And joy dispels our brooding woe. + + III + + Now let us feel the Spirit's power, + And let us hear His gracious word; + Fulfil to us this holy hour + The promise of our dying Lord. + + IV + + Come, Holy Ghost, with warmth of love, + With light of hope, and calm of peace, + And raise our sense bound souls above + The mocking joys of earth that cease. + + + + + I + + O God, the Holy Ghost, + Thou Lord of light appear, + And, as of old, at Pentecost, + Come to us, waiting here; + And let the darkness that enshrouds, + Pass from our souls like passing clouds. + + II + + O God, the Holy Ghost-- + The choicest gifts are Thine; + Grant us the grace we covet most, + And virtues most divine; + And with Thy purifying fire, + Consume, we pray, our vain desire. + + III + + O God, the Holy Ghost, + With strength our weakness brace, + That e'en the threatenings of a host + We may with courage face; + And put satanic power to flight, + That bears upon our souls with might. + + IV + + O God, the Holy Ghost, + Our soul's enduring Friend, + For all the gifts of Pentecost + Our grateful songs ascend;-- + Thee, with the Father, and the Son + We worship, glorious Three in One. + + + + + VARIOUS + + + + + {en Iordane, baptizomenou sou Kyrie,} + + {he tes Triados ephanerothe proskynesis;} + + _Epiphany_, January 6 + + + I + + When Jesus to the Jordan came + To honour there the rite divine, + Then, to the world, His awful claim + Was witnessed by the Godhead Trine. + + II + + From heaven the Father's voice declared + His pleasure and paternal love; + And lo! the Holy Ghost appeared, + And wore the likeness of a Dove. + + III + + Thrice holy, Jesus Christ, art Thou, + By Father and by Spirit blessed; + We see Thee at the Jordan now, + And hear Thy Godhead there expressed. + + IV + + Now to the Father glory be, + And to the Son beloved by God, + And to the Spirit, endlessly, + In heaven and all the earth abroad. + + + + + {metemorphothes en to orei Christe ho Theos,} + + {deixas tois mathetais sou ten doxan sou, kathos edynanto.} + + _Transfiguration_, August 6 + + + I + + When on the mount the Lord appeared + Transfigured to the sight, + His countenance was like the sun, + His raiment glistened white. + + II + + But dull the minds, and dark the eyes, + On whom such glory shone; + They saw not God upon the mount, + They saw but man alone. + + III + + And when the dark and cloudy days + Of death and sorrow came, + What were their thoughts of Him who hung + Upon the cross of shame? + + IV + + They knew not that the God of Life + An offering yielded there, + And of His will endured for all + The load of sin He bare. + + V + + Lord, to the mount where Thou art seen + In all Thy glory bright, + Thy servants now would wend their way + To gaze upon the Light, + + VI + + And there behold, in glory clad, + The Light to mortals given, + That in the night that hid the cross, + Shone with the light of heaven. + + + + + {Idou, ho basileus sou erchetai.} + + Palm Sunday + + + I + + Behold, the King of Zion rides, + But not in vain array; + The people wave their goodly palms, + With garments strew the way; + And loud hosannas fill the air + From crowds that, surging, throng; + 'Tis meet to honour Him Who rides + With cheer, and shout, and song. + + II + + O Zion, of your God beloved, + The day of strife is nigh, + Yet comes He not with armour clad, + And sword upon His thigh; + The weapons of your mighty King + No other hand could wield, + The might of God is in His arm, + The will of God His shield. + + III + + See, on the cross, without the wall, + The King Immortal dies; + Not now hosannas fill the air,-- + The shouts of hell arise; + But in that hour of triumph, deemed, + Satanic might is slain, + For He Who bows the head in death, + Shall rise to life again. + + IV + + O Zion, hail your mighty King, + Your palms around Him wave, + And strew your garments in the way + Of Him Who rides to save; + And when He mounts His regal throne, + By bloody conflict won, + Give homage to the King of heaven, + God's One Eternal Son. + + + + + {agallestho ta drymou.} + + Elevation of the Cross + + Menaeon, Sept. 14 + + + I + + Waving in the autumn breeze, + Clap your hands, ye forest trees, + For the arms that now entwine + Needy souls, were stretched on thine. + + II + + And the cross that bore the weight + Of the Christ, Creator great, + By the power that still remains, + All the universe sustains. + + III + + Emblem, by the Church adored; + Might, that wields the kingly sword; + Glory, of the ransomed host; + Agony, of spirits lost. + + IV + + Cross of Christ! we lift our eyes + And behold the sacrifice; + For the arms that now entwine + Needy souls, were stretched on thine. + + + + + Judgment + + + I + + When in the clouds of heaven + The Lord, the Judge, appears, + When memory brings my sin to light, + And conscience fills with fears,-- + In mercy, Lord, have mercy then, + Nor rank my soul with wicked men. + + II + + I have no plea to give, + The sin is all my own, + I cannot bear the searching glance + Nor for that sin atone; + I can alone that mercy crave,-- + O Lord, Thine erring servant save. + + III + + Didst Thou not come to earth? + Didst Thou not die for me? + And all my sin in mercy bear + Upon the awful tree? + I claim that sacrifice, and pray, + Turn not my erring soul away. + + IV + + The record of my sin, + In mercy, Lord, remove, + And to a place at Thy right hand + Call Thou my soul, in love; + That love divine I make my plea, + O may that love encircle me. + + + + + {ton piston oiketen sou, anapauson} + + {hos eusplanchnos.} + + Burial of a priest + + + I + + Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace, + Dwell in His courts, and gaze upon His face, + Know nought of toil, of weariness, or woe, + They rest who serve, not weary, as below. + + II + + Rest in the Lord, the strife of war is past, + Wear now the wreath of victory at last; + E'en death is slain,--the cross of Christ sufficed, + Death is not death, to those who live in Christ. + + III + + Rest in the Lord, the goal of life is won, + To thee 'tis given to hear the glad "Well done"; + Great their reward, who, till their Lord appear, + Serve in the vineyard of the Master, here. + + IV + + Rest in the Lord; none can His honour claim, + They honour have, who honour most His name; + Thine this reward who counted gain but loss, + Nor felt it shame to glory in the cross. + + V + + Rest in the Lord; swift comes the happy time, + When we who strive shall reach Thy fairer clime; + Christ, give us welcome when the toil is past, + And bring us to the bliss of heaven, at last. + + + + + {makaria he hodos, he poreue semeron, hoti} + + {hetoimasthe soi topos anapauseos.} + + Burial of a layman + + + I + + Thou dost not pass a lonesome way, + O soul released from mortal coil,-- + Thou leav'st behind the weight and toil, + And thou art blessed of God to-day. + + II + + The path thou treadest He hath trod + Whom heaven received from death's abode,-- + He knows each turning of the road + That brings the unburdened soul to God. + + III + + It is not dark, it is not sad, + It is not haunted now with fear,-- + The saints have found it full of cheer, + For with His comfort they were glad. + + IV + + Yea, with His presence thou art blest, + And light upon the path is shed, + For lo, He liveth Who was dead, + And thou art journeying to thy rest. + + V + + 'Tis we, not thou, who are distressed, + For, blessed, blessed, is the way, + O soul, thou journeyest to-day, + That leads to everlasting rest. + + + + + Psalm I + + + I + + The man who erring counsel shuns, + Nor strays where sinners meet, + But in the law of God delights + In meditation sweet, + Shall reap the happiness of those + To whom the Lord His favour shews. + + II + + As tree beside the water brooks + Whose leaf unfading lives, + And when the time appointed comes, + A bounteous fruitage gives;-- + So shall he prosper all his days, + Whose hope is in God's law always. + + III + + Not so the wicked,--they are chaff + Before the wind that flies, + Nor could they stand His searching glance, + Should God in judgment rise; + For known to God are all the right, + But wicked men shall perish quite. + + + + + Psalm II + + Morning + + + I + + Lord, a band of foes increasing + Terror to my heart would bring; + For they tell my soul unceasing, + That no help from God can spring. + + II + + Yet Thou art my shield about me, + Till the time of strife is past; + And though cruel foes may flout me, + Thou wilt hear my prayer at last. + + III + + On my couch when night was falling, + Lay I down devoid of fear; + And when morning light was calling, + I awoke, for thou wert near. + + IV + + Tens of thousands round my dwelling + Stand arrayed to do me harm; + But my trust when foes are swelling, + Rests in Thine almighty arm. + + V + + Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious, + Hast the might of sin o'erthrown, + And amid Thy triumph glorious, + Bless the people Thou dost own. + + + + + Psalm XXVII + + Verses 1-6 + + + I + + Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art, + No fear afflicts my trusting heart + When, all secure in Thee + As in a fortress I repose, + And evil men, my direst foes, + Are baulked that trouble me, + + II + + Hosts may encamp on every side, + And pallid fear the trust deride + That saves me from affright; + But in the Lord my hope shall last, + Till noise of war and strife are past, + And flee the powers of night. + + III + + To God I make this chief request, + That I in His abode may rest + Through all my earthly days, + To mark its comeliness and grace, + And see the beauty of His face, + Whose love inspires my praise. + + IV + + There shall I dwell unseen by all, + Secure when days of trouble call, + And evil doers mock; + And He shall hide me in His tent, + Till all the wrath of man is spent + As tempests on a rock. + + V + + Therefore to Thee my praise I'll give, + And joyful offerings while I live + My grateful soul shall bring; + For Thou my foes hast beaten down, + With victory Thou my head dost crown, + And tun'st my heart to sing. + + + + + Morning + + + I + + From the hills the light is streaming, + Hail, the gladsome morn! + Earth with busy life is teeming, + For the day is born. + + II + + Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying + On a fairer day, + All creation beautifying + With Thy glorious ray. + + III + + Weary eyes the hills are scanning + For the early gleam; + Souls, Thy long delay unmanning, + Sleep, and idly dream. + + IV + + Ah, my soul, be up and doing, + Life will soon be done, + Night, the day is close pursuing + To the setting sun. + + V + + And the day of God shall waken + To the soul with fear, + If, the call of life forsaken, + We are slumbering here. + + VI + + From the hills the light is streaming, + Hail the gladsome morn! + And the light of God is beaming,-- + This, His day, is born. + + + + + Evening + + + I + + The day declines to night, + The shadows lengthening fall, + And see, the deepening purple light + Throws on the hills its pall;-- + Lord, be our Light when suns decline, + And in our souls unclouded shine. + + II + + Still is the eventide,-- + Calm is the soft repose, + When earthly toil is laid aside, + And eyelids drooping, close; + Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess, + In everlasting restfulness. + + III + + Night of my life draws near; + Lord, when the light departs, + Be all to me that Thou hast been + To other trusting hearts, + And in the calm that night bestows, + Let me in peace with Thee repose. + + IV + + The night gives place to morn, + The gloom shall pass away, + And an eternal day be born, + Whose sun shall shine for aye; + Lord, wake me when the morn is come, + And let me find with Thee my home. + + + + + The New Year + + +All-embracing as the Greek Service Books are, curiously enough, strictly +speaking, they contain no Thanksgiving services. It has been left for the +Russian Church to make them for the Greeks to imitate. + +The models of the Ectene and Litanies are found in the Euchologion, at +vespers, but adaptations of their petitions to every eventuality in human +life, are the work of Russians, whose names, however, have not been +preserved. Here is an example from the Thanksgiving service for the New +Year. + + I + + Lord, let us feel that Thou art near, + And while we pray, in mercy hear; + Crown with Thy love the opening year;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + II + + Of Thy benignity, we pray, + Thy gracious Spirit grant alway, + Our strife and discord to allay;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + III + + May peace our inmost soul possess, + And in our lives our converse bless, + With unaffected kindliness;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + IV + + Our sinful past, we here repent, + With tears our wayward course lament, + Now, let Thy pardoning grace be sent;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + V + + As seasons come, Good Lord ordain + That we the fruits of earth obtain, + Send us the sunshine and the rain;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + VI + + With strength Thy Holy Church endue, + The anger of her foes subdue, + The offerings of Thy grace renew;-- + Have mercy, Lord. + + + + + Harvest Hymn + + + I + + Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation, + Heaven tells His glory, earth His bounty shews; + Lowly He sought us, and won for us salvation, + Grace fills our lives with goodness He bestows. + _Refrain._ + Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, + Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. + + II + + Spring time and harvest, and cloud and summer gladness, + Come to our earth because His promise lives; + Morn smiles with beauty, and evening soothes our sadness;-- + Such are the treasures that His bounty gives. + _Refrain._ + + III + + Spring time is now, and summer with its beauty; + Brightness and sadness here alternate come; + Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty, + Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home. + _Refrain._ + + IV + + Then when the angels, the reapers at the ending, + Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown, + May we with gladness, angel toil attending, + Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home. + _Refrain._ + Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, + Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. + + + + + PENITENCE AND LOVE + + + + + I + + Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul, + And with my grief would shame my sin away; + But tears no virtue have to make me whole, + Nor sorrow power to end sin's hateful sway. + + II + + But yet the heart in sore distress that sighs, + Looks to the Christ His succour to impart; + And God receives the pleasing sacrifice, + A broken spirit, and a contrite heart. + + III + + Nailed to the cross I see my Saviour bleed,-- + This is the sacrifice my soul requires; + Here is the cleansing, and the power I need, + To quell the rising of my vain desires. + + IV + + Speak to my heart, O Jesus Christ, Who came + Fired by Thy love, an offering for sin; + And by a love enkindled at that flame, + Win me forever from the self within. + + + + + I + + O God of love, on bended knee, + We, guilty sinners, call on Thee; + Now, by the cross that Jesus bore, + Extend Thy mercy, we implore. + + II + + We have no plea to urge but this, + Our own exceeding sinfulness, + And all the love to sinners shown + Who claim His merits as their own. + + III + + Ah, weary with the toil of sin, + We seek Thy matchless grace to win; + Lord, break the fetters that enslave, + And let us know Thy power to save. + + IV + + Rise on the darkness of the way + That leads from night to perfect day, + And let the joy that light awakes + Possess the soul that sin forsakes. + + V + + O Christ, to Thee our praise ascends, + Whose love the needy soul befriends; + For, by Thy cross our souls are free + To love and praise, eternally. + + + + + I + + O God, in mercy hear, + I lift my cry to Thee, + And let Thy gracious help be sent + In my perplexity; + But Thou art far away, + And I am filled with shame, + I cannot see Thy blessed face, + And fear to name Thy name. + + II + + And now a sense of guilt + Inspires me with dismay,-- + I know that none on earth can take + That awful load away; + 'Tis mine, the sin, 'tis mine, + And mine the guilt to bear, + The awful burden of the blame, + The cloud of dark despair. + + III + + Is there no balm to heal? + No pity that can bless?-- + O God, Who art so far away, + Be near in my distress; + And heed the tears I shed, + And hear my woeful cry; + And since there is no hand to help, + Come Thou in mercy nigh. + + IV + + 'Twas then a voice I heard,-- + It came in winning tone, + Across my night, from far away, + To where I prayed alone; + It told me of a love, + That sought me long ago, + And on the cross my burden bore, + Of sin, and guilt, and woe. + + V + + O blessed cross of Christ! + Thou hast my need supplied, + For there, upon thy outstretched arms + I see the Crucified; + And He has sin to bear, + That none can call His own,-- + O Christ, the sin and guilt Thou bor'st, + Are mine, are mine, alone. + + + + + I + + Come to the Christ in tears, + And in His hearing tell + Thy sins, and griefs, and fears, + The wants He knoweth well; + Fear not to bring a large request, + He gives, and giveth of His best. + + II + + Come to the Christ in tears: + The contrite heart He wills; + And every prayer He hears, + And every vessel fills;-- + We never ask, and sigh unblest, + He gives, and giveth of His best. + + III + + Come to the Christ in tears;-- + As when the clouds depart + A glorious light appears-- + So joy shall flood the heart; + They cannot weep who share His grace, + And see the smiling of His face. + + + + + I + + Forgive my heart its vain regrets, + And, as I cast my eyes behind, + Subdue the spirit, Lord, that frets, + Because the light with dark is twined. + + II + + I cannot understand the way + By which unerring wisdom leads; + Nor do I know for what to pray, + Unconscious of my deepest needs. + + III + + Thou, Whose almighty power upholds + The stars that in their courses move,-- + Whose eye creation's need beholds + To prompt the outflow of Thy love;-- + + IV + + Teach me in calm content to live + 'Mid all the changes life contains, + Assured that, love and wisdom give + The blessing that for aye remains. + + V + + And in the darkness and the light, + And in the gladness and the pain, + Make me to know that all is right, + And every loss my truest gain. + + + + + {porrho ekpheuxometha kosmou, hapan to hamartema.} + + + I + + Far let me flee from worldly sin, + Nor look behind, but onward press; + Lest the deceit that lurks within, + Should link the soul to worldliness. + + II + + Ah! whither shall I flee, my God? + There is no refuge but in Thee, + And Thy command exceeding broad, + Condemns my soul's perversity. + + III + + But in Thy grace my troubled soul + Would find forgiveness freely given; + And in Thy Spirit's firm control, + A power to lift me nearer heaven. + + IV + + Thus shall I flee from worldly sin, + Nor look behind, but onward press, + And daily fight, and daily win + The rich reward of righteousness. + + + + + I + + Lord of mercy, at Thy gate, + Needy souls imploring pray; + Have we come, Good Lord, too late? + Must we turn in grief away? + + II + + Young and old Thy mercy claim,-- + Some are early at the gate, + Some are late to own Thy name, + Surely none, though late, too late! + + III + + Blessed, who with morning sun, + Hopeful at Thy portals wait; + Yea, and when the day is done, + Blessed they who find the gate. + + IV + + Ah, Good Lord, when Thou wert here, + Homeless, in our world of sin, + Few, to give Thee warmth and cheer, + Called their weary Lord within. + + V + + Sad, repenting, full of fear, + Hoping, doubting, still we wait; + As we call, in mercy hear;-- + Open, Lord, to us the gate. + + + + + I + + Burdened with a heavy load, + Lord, we come, for Thou art calling; + Rough and toilsome is the road, + And the night around is falling. + + II + + Sin, the burden that we bear, + Fills us with a dread to meet Thee; + Yet, we yield not to despair, + But for mercy would entreat Thee. + + III + + From the cross a glorious light + Falls upon our path to cheer us; + And a hope on pinions bright + Hovers, in the darkness, near us. + + IV + + For the sake of Him Who bore + All the sin, we come lamenting, + Let Thy pardon now restore + Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting. + + + + + I + + Lord of a countless throng, + Fair as the stars of night, + Won from the thrall of cruel wrong + Back to the good and right; + Thine is the praise they sing, + Lord of their souls, and King. + + II + + Thine was the love that sought + Far as their wanderings led; + Thine was the wondrous grace that brought + Life to the faint and dead; + Pardon for all the past, + Peace that shall endless last. + + III + + Lord of a countless throng + Sworn to be faithful aye, + When, in the power that makes them strong, + They stand in evil day; + Make us by grace, we pray, + Loyal and brave as they. + + + + + I + + Let all the world abroad + In cheerful praise unite + To bless the name of God, + Creator, Lord of might. + + II + + He made the sea and land, + The pastures rolling wide, + The mountains towering, grand, + The streams that ceaseless glide; + + III + + The cattle on the hills, + The flocks afield that rove, + The birds, whose music fills + The silence of the grove; + + IV + + The heavens that, day and night, + His matchless power declare, + The sun and moon, whose light + Illumines everywhere. + + V + + Let man, creation's lord, + His rightful homage give + To Him Whose mighty word + First called his soul to live. + + VI + + And with the heavenly host, + Our Sovereign Lord adore, + And Son, and Holy Ghost, + Both now, and evermore. + + + + + I + + Thou Saviour of our sinful race, + We sing the fulness of Thy grace; + Lord, as our songs in rapture soar, + On us Thy loving-kindness pour. + + II + + There is no merit of our own, + No plea to offer, save alone + That Thou hast died upon the tree, + To set our sin-bound spirits free. + + III + + O, when the world, in awful fear, + Beholds the Judge of all appear, + Be this our joy on that dread day, + That Christ hath borne our sins away. + + IV + + When in the land of bliss divine, + Our souls in robes of beauty shine, + This be our song before the throne, + Not ours the beauty, Thine alone. + + V + + To Thee, O God, be glory given, + And to the Christ, the King of heaven; + And to the Holy Spirit, blest, + Be praise for evermore exprest. + + + + + I + + Where the Lord reveals His presence, + Glory lights the sacred place, + And the soul in adoration + Falls before the throne of grace. + + II + + Seraphim, and saints in wonder, + Lift their songs where Christ is set, + And employ, in sacred homage, + Harp, and palm, and coronet. + + III + + Light of lights, no light approacheth,-- + Sun, nor moon, nor stars of night, + Flood the noon-tide and the darkness + With such radiance of delight. + + IV + + Beauty of the King Immortal! + Ere we rise to where Thou art, + Let the glory of Thy presence + Chase the darkness from our heart. + + + + + I + + O Love of God, surpassing far + The loves that human hearts unite, + Far from our ken as yonder star + That sheds its radiance on the night; + + II + + High as the heavens, and deep as hell, + Broad as the world's infinite need,-- + None but the Christ that love can tell, + And none its winning power impede. + + III + + Glory to God! that love exprest + Came in the gift our need required, + And in the Christ our lives are blest, + And by His love are souls inspired. + + IV + + And from the manger to the cross, + And at the noon-day and the night, + He bore the burden of our loss, + Nor shunned the anguish and despite. + + V + + And 'twas the love of God He showed, + When, crowned with shame, He meekly died;-- + No gifts by bleeding love bestowed, + So great as Jesus crucified. + + + + + I + + O God of our salvation, + Who in Thy glorious might, + Didst speak, and all creation + Arose from brooding night; + And chaos, and confusion, + To form and order sped, + While lo! in rich profusion + The earth its beauty spread. + + II + + O God of our salvation, + Thy word hath still its power, + And souls in desolation + Are lying at this hour; + Speak as of old, and banish + The chaos and the night, + And bid their sorrows vanish + Before Thy glorious light. + + III + + O God of our salvation, + Thy Word our Flesh became; + To free from condemnation + He bore our human name, + And spoke to us confiding + Of all the Father willed; + And we, with Him abiding, + Are with His fulness filled. + + IV + + O God of our salvation, + Thou, Christ, in mercy come, + And make Thy new creation + Thine everlasting home; + And in our hearts abiding, + And in Thy Church adored, + Still speak the word confiding, + O Jesus Christ, our Lord. + + + + + I + + O Jesus, when my guilty fears + My wakened soul distress, + And Judgment for the past appears + In all its awfulness,-- + Bid gathering clouds asunder roll, + And shed Thy sunshine in my soul. + + II + + When from their long-forgotten grave + My guilty deeds arise, + And terror proves me yet the slave + My soul would fain despise,-- + From stings of memory heal my soul, + And free me from sin's dire control. + + III + + O Lord, in Whom my hope is set, + I look in faith to Thee; + From sin, and guilt, and sad regret, + My soul in mercy free;-- + For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust, + And lie, repenting, in the dust. + + + + + I + + Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me; + Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee; + Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine + Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine. + + II + + Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree; + I marvel at the love there shown for me + All loveless, and to sin and self a slave;-- + Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave. + + III + + Now in its wonder would my soul arise, + Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes, + Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside, + And wore its shame, and for its purchase died; + + IV + + And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim + In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name; + In loving service, for such service given, + Here upon earth, and yonder in Thy heaven. + + V + + Lord, I am Thine, Thy love hath won my soul; + Now shall my life obey such sweet control;-- + No, not mine own, the purchase is complete, + I bring my all to lay it at Thy feet. + + + + + ASPIRATIONS + + + + + I + + Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold, + And, 'mid the glory that like sunset dies, + Fair to the sight the wondrous bliss unfold + That lives in beauty under cloudless skies. + + II + + And let our ears the things unuttered hear, + That silent voices to the soul can tell; + That heart can whisper when a heart is near + Of love that scorns in uttered tones to dwell. + + III + + Teach us to know that things unseen are real, + That earth no bloom of fadeless beauty gives, + That far beyond the things that sense can feel, + The joy of being, and of having, lives. + + IV + + Lord Who hast risen, nor left the world behind, + Daily incline our sense-bound souls to soar, + Till 'mong the things all hidden we may find + Possessions that abide for evermore. + + + + + I + + Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing, + And let their tones responsive echoes call,-- + There's more to cheer us than our senses bring, + And sweeter anthems than from mortals fall. + + II + + Saints in the land where sin is all unknown, + Where care nor sorrow can the light subdue, + Dwell in the glory of the heavenly throne, + And voice new praise, for wonders ever new. + + III + + Wake to their praise, and let us blend with theirs + Songs that shall travel to a fairer clime; + Glad as the morn, and hallowed by our prayers, + Offerings of duty from the realm of time. + + VI + + One, we are one with victors gone before; + Songs that are ours, were theirs when in the strife; + Theirs shall be ours when, all our striving o'er, + Christ gives us entrance to immortal life. + + + + + I + + Bring to the Christ your fears, + And tell your sorrows there, + The faintest cry he hears, + And every faltering prayer; + He knows your weight of woe, + Who dwelt with us below. + + II + + With thought of sin opprest, + Does conscience smite thee sore? + There is a place of rest, + Where sin afflicts no more; + See, where the blood was spilt, + The cross hath borne thy guilt. + + III + + Think you of former bliss, + Of happier, sunnier hours, + When fragrant joys you miss, + Bestrewed your path like flowers? + With Christ more joys abound, + Than can on earth be found. + + IV + + Mourn you a heart estranged, + Once kind, but now grown cold? + A happy friendship changed, + Now that the years are old? + There is a Friend above, + And His, a lasting love. + + V + + Is there an empty room + Where silence broods alone, + All curtained round with gloom, + Where once the sunlight shone? + Hearts that are linked below, + In Christ no parting know. + + VI + + Bring then to Christ your fears, + And tell your sorrows there, + The faintest cry He hears, + And every faltering prayer; + He knows your weight of woe, + Who dwelt with us below. + + + + + I + + Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul, + And bid its doubting cease, + Speak to the crested waves that roll, + To sink in quiet peace; + And bring me to a place of rest, + A haven calm and still, + Where every soul by sin distressed, + May dwell secure from ill. + + II + + Ah! Thou wert once, my Blessed Lord, + By surging waters pressed, + But Thou didst speak th' almighty word + And laidst them still at rest; + And 'gainst Thy soul the wrath of sin + Its tempest fury cast, + But Thou didst stand, serene within, + Till all the storm had passed. + + III + + O Christ, the hiding-place of those + Who face the blinding blast, + And battle with a myriad woes + That sweep in fury past; + Be Thou my comfort and defence, + While storm fiends wildly cry,-- + My star of hope when night is dense, + And dangers round me lie. + + + + + I + + Surpassing great the gift of God + To erring mortals given, + A way that, from their dark abode, + Leads to the light of heaven. + + II + + O Christ Who art the living way, + Plant Thou my feet therein, + And lead me lest I go astray + In luring paths of sin. + + III + + Too long I've found a sad delight + In wandering from Thy care, + Nor feared the sudden fall of night, + The darkness, and the snare. + + IV + + O Jesus Christ, to Thee my soul + In conscious weakness clings; + Teach me to seek the kind control + That peace and safety brings. + + V + + And lead me upwards day by day, + Till, night and danger past, + I reach by Thee the living way, + The Father's house at last. + + + + + I + + My hope is firmly set + On Him Whose truth abides; + The lights of earth may fade and die, + The hopes of earth despairing fly,-- + No fear my heart betides. + + II + + My love its ardour finds + In Him Whose love is strong, + Who bought me with a price untold, + More than of silver or of gold, + And fills my heart with song. + + III + + My peace its calm attains + In Him Whose power defends; + My foes may sound a loud alarm, + I trust securely in the arm + He for my succour lends. + + IV + + My joy its gladness sings + In notes His voice awakes,-- + A joy no effort can attain, + That thrills alike in loss and gain, + And when the world forsakes. + + V + + Thou Christ art all I need, + Of all my bliss the spring; + More fulness in Thy grace is found, + Than when the corn and wine abound, + And all the world can bring. + + + + + I + + The time is drawing near, + It cannot tarry long, + When they who face the conflict here, + Shall join the glorious throng, + + Where gladness fills each heart, + And honour crowns each brow;-- + For tireless service fit me, Lord, + By willing service now. + + II + + Let no depressing thought + My brooding mind depress; + But let me hear, in winning tones, + What they who serve possess, + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + III + + Let sunshine flood the soul, + When threatening night descends, + That I may see the light serene + No sunset ever ends. + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + IV + + Let strength my spirit nerve, + That, with each labour done, + I may, like those who serve above, + See some new task begun; + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + V + + The time is drawing near,-- + Till that bright morning break, + May I, with those who see Thy face, + Thy will, my pleasure make: + + Where gladness fills each heart, etc. + + + + + I + + I will not yield my sword, + I will not bow the knee, + But I would hear the blessed word + That calls my soul to Thee; + And through the din of war, + And in the midst of strife, + That word shall be the guiding star + To lead me on to life. + + II + + And in the midst of snares + Which subtle fingers lay, + I shall not stumble unawares + Upon the upward way; + But keep before my eyes + The goal before me set, + Lest I should miss the glorious prize + Which loyal victors get. + + III + + O Christ, Who art my King, + Thy cause I make mine own, + Till proud rebellious foes shall bring + Their homage to Thy throne; + Till then my heart revive + With courage brave and strong, + And steel my feeble arm to strive + Against the power of wrong. + + IV + + When from the fateful field + I hail my rightful King, + To Him my trusty sword I'll yield, + And all my trophies bring; + And He shall crown my head + With honours richer far + Than trophies from the conquered dead, + And all the spoils of war. + + + + + I + + If in the cause of right I must, + Do battle with the sword, + Then, let me follow Him I trust, + My chosen King and Lord. + + II + + As Captain in the mortal fight, + He knows the foe I fear; + His presence fires my soul with might, + And fills my heart with cheer. + + III + + If I should see Him ever near, + When blows unceasing fall, + I shall no flaunting banner fear, + Nor loudest battle call. + + IV + + And in the thickest of the strife, + No polished shaft I'll dread, + For He preserves my soul in life, + In battle shields my head. + + V + + No power shall in the fight prevail, + No subtle gin ensnare, + Though all the hosts of hell assail, + And guile the fraud prepare. + + VI + + Lord, gird me with Thy armour bright, + And lead me forth to win, + For I would battle for the right + Against the might of sin. + + + + + I + + The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer + His heart to God exprest; + And as they held sweet converse there, + His soul with peace was blest. + + II + + Far from the din of troubled life, + The tumult, and the swell, + A silence, stilling earthly strife, + Upon His spirit fell. + + III + + And there a voice whose soothing tone + The trusting spirit filled, + Came with that grace by which alone + Our great unrest is stilled. + + IV + + O may the blessed thought, divine, + That moved the Christ to prayer, + Our weary, anxious souls incline + Like peace and joy to share; + + V + + And on the mount where God is met, + May we the solace know, + That found His soul on Olivet, + Who shared our life below. + + + + + I + + Like music at the stilly hour, + When twilight veils the light of day, + A gentle voice, with winning power, + Allured me from the world away. + + II + + It made me sad, because I thought + That love undying I could spurn; + It made me glad, because it brought + A loving message in return. + + III + + Ah, then the Christ my sin revealed, + And bade me cast the barrier down, + And rise to things from eyes concealed, + More lasting than the world's renown. + + IV + + I found the pathway to the cross, + And lo, my blindness passed away, + For radiant sunlight swept across + The darkness that had led astray. + + V + + 'Twas then that Christ, in all His love, + In all His beauty won my soul;-- + Now, for the treasures stored above, + I thrust aside the world's control. + + + + + I + + O Lord, Thou in the hour of need, + Didst succour those who sought Thine aid,-- + The faint revive, the hungry feed,-- + And on the sick thine hand was laid. + + II + + Our needy souls Thy help would crave, + For faint they droop, and hungry pine,-- + Lord, from their mortal sickness save, + And heal them by Thy power divine. + + III + + Where memories weave a sombre web, + And sighs reveal the heart distressed, + Where joys that flowed, in murmurs ebb, + And buoyant souls are sore oppressed; + + IV + + Come as of yore, all helpful, come, + And let Thy loving kindness bless, + That, where the voice of praise is dumb, + Songs may arise of thankfulness. + + + + + I + + My harp upon the willows, grave, + In weeping days is sadly hung, + For, Lord, the joy Thy presence gave, + Is from my soul in anguish wrung. + + II + + I think upon the peaceful hours, + With Thy companionship to please; + But now the world is shorn of flowers, + And birds are mute among the trees. + + III + + Wilt Thou not come as morning light? + As spring that wakes the sleeping earth? + As zephyrs on the tuneless night, + To stir my soul to holy mirth? + + IV + + O matchless Love! for me expressed, + O gift of Love surpassing great! + Wake love responsive in my breast, + And make my drooping soul elate. + + V + + My heart is strung; up heart, proclaim + In joyful strains the Love divine, + That stooped from highest heaven, and came + To earth to save this soul of mine; + + VI + + To free my heart from carking cares, + From trusting aught to fleshly aid; + To shew me sin's seductive snares, + That for unwary feet are laid. + + VII + + Blest Spirit of my God, return, + And o'er my life resume Thy sway, + That love within my soul may burn, + And quicken joy from day to day. + + + + + I + + To Thee my soul enraptured sings, + O Thou, Immortal King of kings + Enthroned where glory shines; + The garland of the praises sweet, + That I would offer at Thy feet, + My grateful heart entwines. + + II + + More rare Thy beauty than the best + By highest heaven or earth possessed; + More radiant than the sun, + The glory shining from Thy face + That fills with light the holy place, + O Thou Immortal One! + + III + + Greater Thy might than lord of war,-- + Thy vast dominions stretch afar + Beyond a kingly sway; + Thy hand upholds the earth and sea, + And heaven, and all that therein be, + Thy wise decrees obey. + + IV + + But not by rule of power alone + Are subjects loyal to Thy throne, + Thy love their fealty wins,-- + A love that, by its winning grace + Allured our fallen, guilty race + From their rebellious sins. + + V + + Lord, by Thy cross that won my soul, + From bondage to benign control, + My every power possess; + That, daily, I my cross may bear, + And find, to serve Thee everywhere, + Is praising Thee the best. + + VI + + To Thee my soul enraptured sings, + O Thou Immortal King of kings, + But I would join the song, + Of myriad souls in realms of light, + Who praise their King by day and night, + Through all the ages long. + + + + + MODERN GREEK HYMNS + + + + + {Christos ho Logos me theoi sarkoumenos.} + + +The following is a close rendering of a hymn to Christ The Word, taken +from a collection of hymns to The Three One God, by Bishop Nektarios, +Metropolitan of Pentapolis (_vide_ Introduction, page xxi). The hymn, +which is in anapaests, is at page 10 of the author's collection, where it +bears the title, {Ode eis ton kyrion hemon Iesoun Christon.} The volume +was published at Athens, 1909, and is one of many similar collections +written by hymn-writers in the communion of the Greek Church. + + I + + Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation + Links my nature to Thine own; + By Thy sore Humiliation, + I am lifted to Thy throne; + By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me + With a zeal to sacrifice, + And to noble life inspired me,-- + Hence my grateful songs arise. + + II + + Word of God! Thy Crucifixion + Hath upraised me from the earth; + By Thy death and dereliction, + Thou hast given me nobler birth; + By Thy Resurrection glorious, + Life immortal now I own,-- + Hence ascend my songs victorious + To Thy praise, O Christ the Son. + + III + + By Thy hand at the creation, + Thou didst form me from the ground, + And, to mark my kingly station, + With Thine image I was crowned; + And that hand, when pierced and bleeding, + Raised me from corruption's mire, + And, though all this love unheeding, + Decked me with divine attire. + + IV + + Thou who gav'st my soul its being, + Breathing in me life divine, + Didst, by Thine all-wise decreeing, + Unto death Thy life resign; + And from death my soul defending, + Thou didst sojourn with the dead, + That Thou mightst, my fetters rending, + Raise me up, Thou Glorious Head! + + V + + Shame be on your heads abiding, + Disobedient people now, + Who to death, and vile deriding, + Caused the Word of God to bow! + Shame! for death, nor powers infernal, + Nor the dark of hades' gloom, + Could retain the King Eternal + In the bondage of the tomb. + + + + + {Deute kai mimesometha en te parouse heorte.} + + +Another rendering from the Greek of Bishop Nektarios. The original is on +page 68 of his collection, where it is entitled, {Hymnos eis ten baptisin +tou kyriou hemon Iesou Christou}. The hymn is obviously based on the +troparian and contakion for the Feast of the Theophany, or Epiphany +(January 6), and the contakion for the Feast of St. John Baptist (January +7). The latter contakion reads thus:-- + +"At Thy bodily presence Jordan was driven back in fear; John shook with +trembling as he fulfilled his prophetic ministry; the host of angels were +amazed at seeing the Baptized in the flesh, and all that were in the dark +shades [of hades] received light, and praised Thee Who hast appeared, and +hast lightened everything." (Menaeon, Venice edition, page 81.) + + I + + Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere, + And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear. + + II + + Lo, to the Jordan on this sacred day, + The Bridegroom from His chamber took His way. + + III + + Jordan affrighted, on its course was stayed; + The Baptist heard His voice and was dismayed. + + IV + + "How can I hold that sacred Head of Thine, + O Word of God, Immortal, and Divine?" + + V + + Then, from the Father, in the heaven above, + The Holy Ghost descended as a Dove. + + VI + + While on the Christ the dove-like form abode, + And Jordan's parted waters o'er Him flowed. + + VII + + "This is my Son," the Father spake from heaven, + "Who, for the lost of Adam's race was given." + + VIII + + Illumine us, we sing, O Christ the Lord, + Glory to Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word! + + + + + _BY THE SAME AUTHOR. Crown 8vo. 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