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Ere the morn in beauty wake

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #71 (1900) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Ere the morn in beauty wake, Let us seek the Saviour’s tomb,— Not with ointment and perfume, But with songs the silence break; We shall see the Christ appear, Sun of Righteousness to cheer. They who dwell in death’s abode, Bound with fetters dark and cold, Shall the Saviour’s love behold; They shall hail the light of day, And their gladsome foot employ In this festival of joy. Go ye forth amid the gloom, And with torches burning bright Cheer the darkness of the night, Meet the Bridegroom at the tomb; Greet with songs of festal glee Him who sets His people free. Languages: English

To depths of earth Thou didst descend

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #72 (1900) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: To depths of earth Thou didst descend, O Christ, to break the chain That held the sons of men enslaved, And lead them forth again; As Jonah left the living grave, So cam’st Thou forth, O Christ, to save. Unbroken were the seals when Thou Didst leave the dismal tomb, Even as the virgin bars remained When Thou didst leave the womb; And Thou hast ope’d the gates of heaven, And entrance free to all is given. O Thou, my Saviour and my God, Who camest from above, And gav’st Thyself for sinful men An offering of love! Now, rising from the grave, we see Our human race arise with Thee. Languages: English

He who in the fiery furnace

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #74 (1900) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Lyrics: He who in the fiery furnace Kept from harm the faithful three, Suffering in our mortal nature, Decks with life mortality,— Him, our fathers’ God, we praise, Blest and glorious always. Holy women bearing ointments, Sought the mortal, bathed in tears; But their sorrow changed to gladness, For the Living God appears; And they tell the news abroad Of the risen Son of God. Now we celebrate the triumph, Death and Hades overthrown, Earnest of a life unending; All the glory is Thine own; God, our fathers’ God, we praise, Blest and glorious always. Hallowed feast of holy gladness! Night that waits salvation’s birth, Till the Resurrection morning Breaks with splendour on the earth, And eternal light is poured By the Christ from death restored. Languages: English

This is the chosen day of God

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #76 (1900) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Lyrics: This is the chosen day of God, The brightest and the fairest, The Lady thou of all the feasts, The Queen of all, and rarest; Now let our songs of blessing soar To Thee, O Christ, for evermore. O glorious Resurrection day! With fruit of vine the newest; Come, let us taste the heavenly draught, And joy with joy the truest; To Thee, O Christ, our praises soar, Who art our God for evermore. O Zion, lift thine eyes, behold The lights that shine around thee From east and west, and north and south, Thy children now surround thee; And in thy streets their praises soar, To Thee, O Christ, for evermore. Almighty Father! Word Divine! O spirit co-eternal! In persons three, in nature one, O God of power supernal! Baptized in Thee, our praises soar, And Thee we bless for evermore. Languages: English

Shine forth, O new Jerusalem

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #78 (1900) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: Shine forth, O new Jerusalem! O Zion, shout with glee! For now the glory of the Lord Is risen upon thee; O mother pure of God’s own Son, Rejoice—His victory is won! O dear and sweetest voice divine, O Christ, Thou wilt befriend, And lead Thy people safely on E’en to their journey’s end; Thy faithful people hear Thy voice, And in that steadfast hope rejoice. O Christ, our sacred Paschal feast, The Word, the might of God,— His wisdom most ineffable By Thee is shed abroad; O may we feast on Thee for aye In Thy blest realm of endless day. Languages: English

EKTENÊ or Great Collect

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #81 (1900) Meter: 8.8.8.7 First Line: Lord, to our humble prayers attend Lyrics: Lord, to our humble prayers attend, Let Thou Thy peace from heaven descend, And to our souls salvation send. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Rule in our hearts, Thou Prince of Peace, The welfare of Thy Church increase, And bid all strife and discord cease. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. To all who meet for worship here, Do Thou in faithfulness draw near; Inspire with faith and godly fear. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. O let Thy priests be clothed with might, To rule within Thy Church aright, That they may serve as in Thy sight. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. The sovereign ruler of our land, Protect by Thine Almighty hand, And all around the throne who stand. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. In time of war be near to aid, Strong be the arm for battle made, Prostrate be every foeman laid. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Let clouds and sunshine bless the earth, Give fruits and flowers a timely birth, Our harvests crown with peaceful mirth. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Let voyagers by land and sea In danger’s hour in safety be; The suffering and the captives free. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Around us let Thy shield be cast, Till wrath and danger are o’erpast, And tribulation’s bitter blast. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Languages: English

God of all Grace, Thy mercy send

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #84 (1900) Meter: 8.8.8.5 Lyrics: Deacon. Let us complete our evening supplication to the Lord. Choir. Lord, have mercy upon us. God of all Grace, Thy mercy send; Let Thy protecting arm defend; Save us, and keep us to the end. Have mercy, Lord. And through the coming hours of night, Fill us, we pray, with holy light; Keep us all sinless in Thy sight. Grant this, O Lord. May some bright messenger abide For ever by Thy servants’ side, A faithful guardian and guide. Grant this, O Lord. From every sin in mercy free, Let heart and conscience stainless be, That we may live henceforth for Thee. Grant this, O Lord. We would not be by care opprest, But in Thy love and wisdom rest;— Give what Thou seest to be best. Grant this, O Lord. While we of every sin repent, Let our remaining years be spent In holiness and sweet content. Grant this, O Lord. And when the end of life is near, May we, unshamed and void of fear, Wait for the Judgment to appear. Grant this, O Lord. Languages: English

Behold the Bridegroom! Hark the cry

Author: St. Methodius; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #89 (1900) Meter: 8.8.6.6.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Behold the Bridegroom! Hark the cry, The dead, awaking, rends the sky! Go, virgins, He is near, Your lamps all burning clear; He enters where the rising light Asunder bursts the gates of night. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. The smiles of earth that turn to tears, Its empty joys and foolish fears I leave, for Thou dost call— Thou art my Life, my All; I would Thy beauty ever see, Then let me, Blessed, cling to Thee. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. For Thee I leave the world behind— Thou art my Bliss, O Bridegroom kind; My beauty’s not mine own— ’Tis Thine, O Christ, alone; Thy bridal-chamber I would see, In perfect happiness to be. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. O God, exalted on Thy throne, Who dwell’st in purity unknown, Lo, now we humbly wait, Throw wide the Heavenly gate, And with the Bridegroom, of Thy grace, Give us at Thy right hand a place. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. Languages: English

O Light that knew no dawn

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #93 (1900) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: O Light that knew no dawn, That shines to endless day, All things in earth and heaven Are lustred by Thy ray; No eye can to Thy throne ascend, Nor mind Thy brightness comprehend. Thy grace, O Father, give, That I may serve in fear; Above all boons, I pray, Grant me Thy voice to hear; From sin Thy child in mercy free, And let me dwell in light with Thee. That, cleansed from filthy stain, I may meet homage give, And, pure in heart, behold And serve Thee while I live; Clean hands in holy worship raise, And Thee, O Christ my Saviour, praise. In supplication meek To Thee I bend the knee; O Christ, when Thou shalt come, In love remember me, And in Thy kingdom, by Thy grace, Grant me a humble servant’s place. Thy grace, O Father, give, I humbly Thee implore; And let Thy mercy bless Thy servant more and more. All grace and glory be to Thee From age to age eternally. Languages: English

Christ, for Thee a wreath adorning

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #95 (1900) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Christ, for Thee a wreath adorning Weaves my raptured soul with glee, For from death this glorious morning Thou hast risen triumphantly. From the tomb behold Him rising, Christ our Lord whose praise is sung. Death is slain; O power surprising! Hades’ gates are open flung. Thou for man to earth in meekness Cam’st that he new born might be; Thou upon the cross in weakness Diedst that he might die with Thee. Thou didst rise—we hail Thee, Jesus! And we leave the tomb with Thee. Victor, by the power that frees us, Where Thou art, there we would be. Hark! the highest heavens are ringing, Choirs angelic lead the strain, And my opened lips in singing Tell the praises forth again. Languages: English