Part 8 (1/2)

{klinas ouranous, katebe}

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The Lord came down from heaven, And dwelt with us below; And in His life was given To taste our bitterest woe; Our flesh He wore, Its ills He bore, Who came to us from heaven.

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He climbed the rugged steep To where the Cross was raised; And while His followers weep, And angels are amazed, He groaned and sighed, And, wounded, died-- Who climbed the rugged steep.

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He gave His life for me-- 'Twas for my sin He died,-- O, that all eyes might see The Saviour crucified; And give Him love Who dwells above, And gave His life for me.

{Deute agalliasometha to kyrio, to paron mysterion ekdiegoumenoi}

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Come, let us sing with joyful mirth The mystery of Immanuel's birth, Who, Virgin born, is here; The middle wall no longer stands, No flaming sword in Cherub's hands Inspires the soul with fear.

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See, clear the pathway open lies That upward leads to Paradise, Where stands the Tree of Life; And freely may I enter in, Whence I was driven by mortal sin, And worsted in the strife.

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For He, the Father's only Son, A glorious work hath now begun, Descending from above In servant's form, though yet the Son, Unchanging while the ages run, To win us by His love.

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Come, now, let hearts united be To laud His praises joyfully, The G.o.d-Man born to-day.

And let Thy mercy reach us now For pitiful and kind art Thou, O Virgin born, we pray.

{to Pneuma tes aletheias}

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O Christ, to Thy disciples then, When eyes were sad, and hearts were sore, Thy lips the cheering promise made, To comfort them for evermore.

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