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Stichera Anatolika

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thee, as the evening light declines Lyrics: Thee, as the evening light declines, O Christ, unfading light, we praise, Who, robed in human flesh, appears, To bless us in the end of days. Dark hades saw the light arise, And quick the darkness fled away; The nations saw Thy waking beams, When dawned the Resurrection day. Glory, O Christ, to Thee we give, The Head of our Salvation Thou; For death is vanquished by Thy power, And men are saved from wandering now. The angel choirs in heaven rejoice, For messengers of death are spurned; The fall of Adam Thou hast raised, And Satan's power is overturned. We, all unworthy, stand around Thy life inspiring grave, and raise To Thy great tenderness of heart, O Christ our Lord, a hymn of praise; For thou gav'st welcome to the Cross, Nor thrust the hand of death away, That thou, O Lover of our race, Mightst give the Resurrection day. Word with the Father in the past, Word with the Father aye to reign; Mysterious born, to live and die, And in His glory rise again. O God of life to thee we sing, Saviour of our souls, to Thee Let hymns from every heart arise, And everlasting glory be. Text Sources: Pentecostarion, p. 14
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Antiphon A (From the Office of Dawn)

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: In mine affliction, Lord Lyrics: In mine affliction, Lord, My cry went up to Thee, And to my sorrowing heart, Thou gav'st Thy mercy free. When life is parched and dry, Refreshing streams appear, And earth's vain sounds are dead To my enchanted ear. To Holy Ghost be praise, To Father and to Son: Almighty Trinity, While endless ages run. Text Sources: Parakletike, p. 5
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Antiphon B (From the Office of Dawn)

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Now let our souls ascend Lyrics: Now let our souls ascend The everlasting hills, For thence the help of God Comes to our heartfelt ills. O Christ, with Thy right hand Thou shalt sustain my soul; And 'mong deceitful men My wayward heart control. From Thee renewal comes, O Holy Ghost Divine; With Father and with Son, Co-equal power is Thine. Text Sources: Parakletike, p. 189
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Stichera (Sung after the Canon for Easter Day)

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thy glorious rising on the first of days Lyrics: Thy glorious rising on the first of days, We come adoring, and with grateful praise Thy saving Passion sing in joyful lays;-- With trumpet sound His praise advance. O Christ Who, on the Cross in dark dismay Didst vanquish death and cast his bands away,-- Almighty, in our life give peace, we pray; Praise Him with cymbals in the dance. Thou Christ Who, from the depths of hades brought The life to mortal man his spirit sought; May we with pure heart hymn Thee as we ought;-- With trumpet sound His praise advance. We praise Thee that in condescension Thou, Of Virgin born, to man's estate didst bow, One with th' Eternal Father then as now;-- Praise Him with cymbals in the dance. He, on the Cross Who freely bare our woes, And from the grave a glorious Victor rose, Now on the world His saving grace bestows;-- With trumpet sound His praise advance, Praise Him with cymbals in the dance. Text Sources: Pentecostarion, p. 5
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From the ΚΥΡΙΑΚΗ ΤΗΣ ΤΥΡΙΝΗΖ: Ode VII

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Eternal Ruler, Thou didst will Lyrics: Eternal Ruler, Thou didst will To give me form and grace divine; But lured to sin by serpent skill, I have provoked that wrath of Thine. In anger cast me not away, But call me back, O God, I pray. Ah! woe is me, a robe of shame Hides what my stole of light adorned; Hear me, I call upon Thy name, My Saviour, let me not be scorned; In anger cast me not away, But call me back, O God, I pray. O, I was wounded in the soul, And exiled from the joys I knew; My Saviour, Thou canst make me whole, And Thou art pitiful and true. In anger cast me not away, But call me back, O God, I pray, Text Sources: Triodion, p. 66
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O God of Light and Life and Joy

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O God of Light and Life and Joy, Blest Trinity! my soul employ While I have power to sing: No song too glad to raise to Thee, Eternal, glorious Trinity,-- No gift too rich to bring. When darkness brooded o'er the earth, At thy command light had its birth, And night and darkness fled; And still, where hearts are bound in night, Thou speak'st the word, "Let there be light," And noontide beams are shed. Death held the Christ of God enchained, The grave the Lord of Life restrained, And eyes were filled with tears;-- Awoke the morn in eastern skies! Behold, the Lord of Life arise! Farewell to mortal fears! O joyless still the spirit sighs, And fearful looks to ebon skies, And stars begin to shine;-- Lo! overhead the bright array, The night is shining as the day, When hopes and fears entwine. O God of Light and Life and Joy, Blest Trinity, my soul employ While I have power to sing: No song too glad to raise to Thee, Eternal, glorious Trinity, No gift too rich to bring.
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Idiomela of S. John the Monk

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.6.7.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: What joy of life abideth Lyrics: What joy of life abideth, Without the smart of woe? What glory lingers fadeless Upon our world below? All is a fleeting shadow, And all a fitful gleam, For death with cruel swiftness, Dissolves the illusive dream. O Christ a light unfailing, A beauty lasting, rare, Shines in Thy face to charm us, And cheer us everywhere. Where Thou art aye abiding, Where we that light may see, Grant us, O Christ our Saviour, For evermore to be. Text Sources: Euchologion, p. 413
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Stichera of Apocreos

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Surely comes the dreadful day Lyrics: Surely comes the dreadful day When before the judgment bar Men shall stand in vast array, And the books of God reveal Deeds of life that men conceal. At the gnashing and the tears, Every heart shall melt with grief, While the sinner filled with fears By the doom of judgment goes To a life of endless woes. Wherefore we entreat thee, Lord,-- Thou Who art exceeding good,-- Spare us, who with one accord, Hymn the grace divinely broad Of our ever-pitying God. Text Sources: Triodion, p. 22
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Order of Holy Unction

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thou Christ alone art great Lyrics: Thou Christ alone art great, In Thee we ever find Infinite love and tenderness, And mercy wondrous kind. Now in Thy love divine, Come to the sufferers' aid; In mercy Lord be merciful, On Whom our wounds were laid. Thy sanctifying grace, O Christ send from above; Seal Thou our souls and bodies now, And heal us all in love. Text Sources: Euchologion, p. 261
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Stichera

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Paradise above! Lyrics: O Paradise above! In glory all excelling; There hath the God of love, Fixed an eternal dwelling; There loveliest beauty shines, And pleasure endless thrills; There love the soul entwines, And peace the bosom fills. The saints of God frequent its bowers, And whispers fan its fragrant flowers. Here would I humbly fall, Before my God adoring, That He may heed the call, I bring to Him imploring; And open wide the gate, Closed by the hand of sin, That, with the saints, thus late, I yet may enter in; And taste the tree of life that grows, To heal the smart of mortal woes. Text Sources: Triodion, p. 62

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