ing me come to Thee,
Up to Thy pure abode.

VII

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 God,
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.

V

All praise and glory, Christ our God,
To Thee be ever given;
One with the Father, One with us
On earth, and now in heaven.

{phos ek photos}

I

O Light of light! when other lights are fading,
Then in my soul with heavenly brightness