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Our evening prayers attend

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Our evening prayers attend, O Thou that holy art; In mercy full forgiveness send To every contrite heart; For Thou hast risen to set us free, And all mankind rejoice in Thee. Encompass Zion round, Ye people, tell His fame; Let Resurrection joy abound, And glory to His name; He is our Lord, who from the grave Arose our sinning souls to save. With resurrection lays Ye people, come, adore, And worship Him with grateful praise Who lives for evermore; He is our God, who from the grave Arose our sinning souls to save. Lord, by Thy Passion Thou Sav’st men from passions base, And by Thy Resurrection, now Dost from corruption raise. Glory to Thee we humbly bring, O Christ, who art our Heavenly King.
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O may my soul, uncrushed by care

Author: Synesius ; John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 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. 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. 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. 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.
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O Jesus, Lover of our race

Author: John Brownlie; St. Cosmas, died 760 A. D. Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Jesus, Lover of our race, How rich the promise of Thy grace To Thy disciples made,— A holy Paraclete to send, To succour, comfort, and befriend With His inspiring aid. On earth the light is shining clear, The Holy Comforter is here, To all the faithful given; And now, what prophets long foretold, In all His fulness we behold The Spirit sent from heaven.
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It is a comely thing

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: It is a comely thing To glorify and praise Our God, the Everlasting Word, And Lord of endless days. The trembling cherubim Before Him fold their wings, And all the heavenly hosts adore The mighty King of kings. We would our offering give,— O Christ, to Thee we pray, For Thou didst break the bands of death When dawned the glorious day. To Thee, Thou Three in One, Ascend our songs divine; One power, one kingdom without end, And one dominion Thine. O Christ, the source of light, With light my soul inspire; Come, make my heart the bright abode Of Thy celestial fire.
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Now at this evening hour

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Now at this evening hour, O Thou, my Christ, to Thee, Thou Word of God, Eternal Light, All grateful praises be. From Thee the Spirit comes, Third beam of peerless light, And in Thyself one glorious orb The triple rays unite. Thy word and wisdom Thou To lighten man hast given, That he the splendour might reflect That shines superb in heaven; And having light within, Might see Thine image bright, And daily rise, till he himself Is altogether light.
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O Word of Truth! in devious paths

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: O Word of Truth! in devious paths My wayward feet have trod, I have not kept the day serene I gave at morn to God. And now ’tis night, and night within, O God, the light hath fled! I have not kept the vow I made When morn its glories shed. For clouds of gloom from nether world Obscured my upward way; O Christ the Light, Thy light bestow And turn my night to day!
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Far from Thy heavenly care

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.4 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: Far from Thy heavenly care, Lord, I have gone astray; And all the wealth Thou gav’st to me, Have cast away. Now from a broken heart, In penitence sincere, I lift my prayer to Thee, O Lord, In mercy hear. And in Thy blest abode Give me a servant’s place, That I, a son, may learn to own A Father’s grace.
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Light serene of holy glory

Author: John Brownlie; Athenogenes Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Light serene of holy glory From the Immortal Father poured, Holy Thou, O Blessed Jesus, Holy, Blessed, Christ the Lord. Now we see the sun descending, Now declines the evening light, And in hymns we praise the Father, Son and Spirit, God of Might. Worthy of unending praises, Christ the Son of God art Thou; For Thy gift of life eternal, See the world adores Thee now.
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When darkness falls and night is here

Author: Synesius; John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: When darkness falls and night is here, My hymns of praise in silence rise— This knows the moon, whose silver sphere Shines in the star-bespangled skies. When morning breaks, and glorious day Shines in the dawn and noontide fair— This knows the sun—a grateful lay Springs from my heart in fervent prayer. When fails the light at sunset gray, And twilight listens for my song— This know the stars—in bright array My praises mingle with their throng.
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Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise

Author: Synesius; John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise, No other service know; In holy strains the love express That fires the heart below. Burn, burn, my soul, and ever be With holy ardour fired, And, strongly armed with firm resolve, Be evermore inspired. Pour forth a bloodless offering Of hymns and holy lauds, And weave a garland rich and fair To crown the King of gods.

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