Part 12 (2/2)

{lypais d' astiptos psycha}

A Cento from {Hymnomen kouron nymphas}

I

O may my soul, uncrushed by care, Direct her gaze to where Thou art, And in Thy splendour find, O Christ, The strength of life Thou canst impart.

II

And freed from sin's depressing load, May I pursue the path divine, And rise above the cares of earth Until my life is merged in Thine.

III

Unsullied life Thy servant grant Who tunes his harp to sound Thy praise, And still my life shall hymn Thy love, And glory to the Father raise.

IV

And when I rest in glory bright, The burden 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 G.o.ds.

{autos phos ei pagaion}

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