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_Pentecostarian_, p. 186

I

Within Thy courts my praise shall rise, O Saviour of the world, to Thee; And while I bow, will lift mine eyes, Unconquered Might, Thy face to see; At eve, at morn, at noon, alway, All blessing Lord, to Thee I'll pay.

II

Here in Thy courts, O Lord, we bow, And soul and body wors.h.i.+p give; Hear us, Thy faithful servants now, Eternal G.o.d in Whom we live; And Thou the Unbeginning Son, And Holy Spirit Three in One.

Sticheron Idiomelon

(From the Order of the Burial of Priests)

{rheustoi pos gegonamen, aphtharton eikona ph.o.r.esantes}

_Euchologion_, p. 467

I

Why do we fade?

Who Thine own image bear, Who life immortal share,-- Why do we fade?

II

Why did we err?

And leave the food of life, To eat the bread of strife,-- Why did we err?

III

Why thus deceived?

And robbed of life divine, That precious gift of Thine?

Why thus deceived?

Idiomela of John The Monk

(From the Order of the Burial of Laymen)

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