Hymns from the East: Centos and Suggestions of the Holy Eastern Church

MORNING- Now, God of Light, the morn appears, Up, up my soul! with gladness rise, The saffron tints appear, Now glows the morn in beauty rare, EVENING- When night her sable curtain spreads, A crown of gold surpassing rare, CHRISTMAS- The Lord of Life to earth came down, Jerusalem rejoice! The best that heaven could bring, Out from the rising of the sun, EASTER- O woeful hour, when from the night, Crown the Lord of glory, O Christ, when on the shameful tree, O God of Love, Whose mercy...
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MORNING- Now, God of Light, the morn appears, Up, up my soul! with gladness rise, The saffron tints appear, Now glows the morn in beauty rare, EVENING- When night her sable curtain spreads, A crown of gold surpassing rare, CHRISTMAS- The Lord of Life to earth came down, Jerusalem rejoice! The best that heaven could bring, Out from the rising of the sun, EASTER- O woeful hour, when from the night, Crown the Lord of glory, O Christ, when on the shameful tree, O God of Love, Whose mercy came, When hades held the Lord of Life, When Thou, O Christ, upon the tree, To Thy Cross and Resurrection, Light is dawning 'mong the hills, Hail! rising morn, for He hath risen, We worship, Lord, before Thee now, Heavy laden with thy grief, To Thee, O Christ, our God, Glory shone within the gloom, When Adam heard the voice of sin, Within the garden's sombre shade, PENTECOST- Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came, O may the Spirit of all grace, COMMUNION- Let Thy blood in mercy poured, O Lord of bounty, let this bread, JUDGMENT- When in the clouds the Lord appears, The Bridegroom comes, my soul awake! O Judge of all, when sinful men, I brought my merits to the throne, The time is drawing nigh, ASPIRATIONS- I sought the Lord at early morn, O touch my heart and bring to mind, The wealth of high estate, I lift my hands, and with my heart, Arise, my soul, and gaily sing, The King shall come when morning dawns, Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind, Because Thy mercy is so great, I cannot lift mine eyes, When at Thy feet oppressed, Because I was brought low, O God of Life, in Whom we live, By Thine own hand the gift was given, Lord, Thou art good and kind, O Lord of Life, when mortals call, I wandered sore distressed, God sent me to the desert wild,