n of my labour past,
In hymns I'll praise Thee more and more
While the eternal ages last.

{age moi psycha}

I

Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise,
No other service know;
In holy strains the love express
That fires the heart below.

II

Burn, burn, my soul, and ever be
With holy ardour fired,
And, strongly armed with firm resolve,
Be evermore inspired.

III

Pour forth a bloodless offering
Of hymns and holy lauds,
And weave a garland rich and fair
To crown the King of gods.

{autos phos ei pagaion}

Cento from {Hymnomen kouron nymphas}

I

In the Father's glory shining,
Jesus, Light of light art Thou;
Sordid night before Thee fleeth,--
On our souls Thou'rt falling now.

II

Framer of the world, we hail Thee!
Thou didst mould the stars of night;
Earth to life Thou dost awaken,
Saviour Thou, of glorious might!

III

'Tis Thy hand that guides the chariot
When the sun illumes the skies,
And the dark of night relaxes
When Thou bidst the moon arise.

IV

At Thy word the harvest ripens,
Flocks and herds their pasture find;
Earth gives bread to feed the hungry,
For the hand of God is kind.

V

May my soul, her want perceiving,
Turn her gaze to where Thou art,
And in all Thy fulness find Thee
Food to satisfy the heart.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

PAGE
Behold the Bridegroom cometh, 54
Behold the Bridegroom! Hark the cry, 89
Bethlehem rejoices, 33
Christ, for Thee a wreath adorning, 95
Christ is born, go forth to meet Him, 28
Come, let us drink the water new, 69
Come ye people, come adore Him, 60