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
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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.
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[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.
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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