Part 7 (1/2)

Came there a voice to me, Yea, 'twas Thy voice, my G.o.d, Bidding me come to Thee, Up to Thy pure abode.

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Trusting Thy mercy great, Up from my woes I'll rise, Seeking the golden gate Opening to paradise.

{ho Soter hemon, anatole anatolon}

I

Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing, Lay it on Him who every burden bears; Let not thy soul in trouble sink despairing, He who hath sorrowed, every sorrow shares.

II

Look for the morn when night is dark and weary, Morning shall come when hours of night are spent; Clouds hide the sun, and make the noontide dreary, Gladness shall cheer you when the clouds are rent.

III

Look for His smile who gilds the hills at morning, Surely it comes as comes the morning sun; Beauty shall grace thy life with bright adorning, Even as the sunlight, till thy day is done.

IV

Then, when the morn that makes the hilltops golden Round the Jerusalem thy spirit gains Breaks on thy view, shall come the gladness olden Shared by the dwellers in those blest domains.

{hymnoumen sou Christe, to soterion pathos}

I

We hymn Thy triumph on the Cross, Thy victory o'er the grave, O Christ, immortal Son of G.o.d, Who cam'st Thy folk to save.

II

For, dying on the Cross, the sting Of death was torn away,-- O, by Thy victory over death Give life to us, we pray.

III

The gates of hades tottering fell, The prisoners saw the light, And forth emerging, left behind A hideous, starless night.

IV

O make us worthy, Christ, to sing The wonders of Thy power; And give us purity of heart To serve Thee every hour.

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