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Hymns from the East
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Sin is crushed and death is slain,
See the Cross and Him who died!
From the grave He rose again,
Who for man was crucified.
VII
Hail! the Resurrection day,
Hail! the gladness and the gain;
“He is risen,” the angels say,
Yea, the Lord is risen again.
I
When Adam heard the voice of sin
And fell before its power,
The flowers of Paradise were shorn
Of beauty in that hour.
II
And clouds obscured the heavenly light,
And e’en the stars were dim;
For O ’twas night, and only night,
Dark night ’twixt God and him.
III
“O whence that flashing sword that gleams?
And whence those angels there?”
Out from the garden of their bliss,
Was thrust the guilty pair.
IV
Life is not theirs, the tree of Life
The Cherubim surround;
Death dogs our guilty parents’ steps,
Curse blasts the fertile ground.
V
O dreary, dreary, dark and dread,
O misery of sin!
“God make another garden fair,
And take Thy wanderers in.”
VI
All praise to Christ our glorious Lord,
For sin and death are slain;
The gates of heaven are open wide,
And life is ours again.
I
Within the garden’s sombre shade,
The Christ of God in anguish prayed; —
And who that agony could tell,
As from his brow the blood-drops fell?
II
“Can you not watch one hour?” He saith,
“My soul is sorrowful to death.”
But He alone the vigil kept,
While worn disciples slumbering slept.
III
O dark the cloud that threatening hung,
And sore the grief His soul that wrung, —
The hate of man, the guilty name,
The bitter Cross, the sin and shame.
IV
“If I must drink this cup,” He prayed,
“The burden bear upon me laid,
My God, I bow Me to Thy will,
And meekly Thy behest fulfil.”
V
My soul, when to the garden led,
And clouds are gathering overhead,
When none the hour of anguish shares,
To God direct thy earnest prayers.
VI
“Thy will be done, Thy will is best, —
Even then the bitter cup is blest, —
If ’tis Thy will the cup I’ll drain,
Despite the agony of pain.”
PENTECOST
Ἔργῳ, ὡς πάλαι τοῖς μαθηταῖς ἐπηγγείλω
See the Cross and Him who died!
From the grave He rose again,
Who for man was crucified.
VII
Hail! the Resurrection day,
Hail! the gladness and the gain;
“He is risen,” the angels say,
Yea, the Lord is risen again.
I
When Adam heard the voice of sin
And fell before its power,
The flowers of Paradise were shorn
Of beauty in that hour.
II
And clouds obscured the heavenly light,
And e’en the stars were dim;
For O ’twas night, and only night,
Dark night ’twixt God and him.
III
“O whence that flashing sword that gleams?
And whence those angels there?”
Out from the garden of their bliss,
Was thrust the guilty pair.
IV
Life is not theirs, the tree of Life
The Cherubim surround;
Death dogs our guilty parents’ steps,
Curse blasts the fertile ground.
V
O dreary, dreary, dark and dread,
O misery of sin!
“God make another garden fair,
And take Thy wanderers in.”
VI
All praise to Christ our glorious Lord,
For sin and death are slain;
The gates of heaven are open wide,
And life is ours again.
I
Within the garden’s sombre shade,
The Christ of God in anguish prayed; —
And who that agony could tell,
As from his brow the blood-drops fell?
II
“Can you not watch one hour?” He saith,
“My soul is sorrowful to death.”
But He alone the vigil kept,
While worn disciples slumbering slept.
III
O dark the cloud that threatening hung,
And sore the grief His soul that wrung, —
The hate of man, the guilty name,
The bitter Cross, the sin and shame.
IV
“If I must drink this cup,” He prayed,
“The burden bear upon me laid,
My God, I bow Me to Thy will,
And meekly Thy behest fulfil.”
V
My soul, when to the garden led,
And clouds are gathering overhead,
When none the hour of anguish shares,
To God direct thy earnest prayers.
VI
“Thy will be done, Thy will is best, —
Even then the bitter cup is blest, —
If ’tis Thy will the cup I’ll drain,
Despite the agony of pain.”
PENTECOST
Ἔργῳ, ὡς πάλαι τοῖς μαθηταῖς ἐπηγγείλω
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