Part 5 (1/2)

I

Tossed on the sea of life, And sick and sore distressed, I lift my cry to Thee, O Lord, Who giv'st the troubled rest.

II

There, where the waters yawn, And cruel monsters grin, My comrades sink to depths below, All in a sea of sin.

III

My earnest cry I raise, Hear Thou the prayer I make, And from the dark abyss of death My soul in mercy take.

Centos And Suggestions

{hai myrophoroi gynaikes, orthrou batheos}

I

At early dawn, with pious thought, The holy women spices brought-- For Christ, their Lord, was dead;-- But lo! the stone was rolled away: ”Where are the seals?” they wondering say, ”The guard, where He was laid?”

II

”Why with your ointments mix your tears?

Why all this sighing, and those fears?”

An angel near declares: ”There lies the stone that barred the tomb, No longer now its solemn gloom Your Lord and Master shares.”

III

”Haste, haste with joy the tidings tell, The Lord hath vanquished death and h.e.l.l, For He, the Death of death, Hath burst asunder hades prison, And, first-born from the dead hath risen, Even as afore He saith.”

IV

Honour to Thee, O Christ, we bring, Thy glorious rising now we sing, Victorious is Thy strife; Our Hope, our Trust, on Thee we call, Our Joy, our Strength, our G.o.d, our All, And our Immortal Life.

{kai strapheis ho kyrios eneblepse to Petro}

I

I brought my darkest sin to mind, And called it by the vilest name, And thought to fill my soul with grief, When I had charged it with the blame;-- I said, ”Before my G.o.d I'll fall,”

But sorrow came not at my call.

II