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diff --git a/29480.txt b/29480.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eec1fea --- /dev/null +++ b/29480.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4205 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Hymns from the Morningland, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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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