poia tou biou truphe diamenei lupes ametochos;
Euchologion, p.413
tr., John Brownlie
7.6.7.6
I
What joy of life abideth,
Without the smart of woe?
What glory lingers fadeless
Upon our world below?
II
All is a fleeting shadow,
And all a fitful gleam,
For death with cruel swiftness,
Dissolves the illusive dream.
III
O Christ a light unfailing,
A beauty lasting, rare,
Shines in Thy face to charm us,
And cheer us everywhere.
IV
Where Thou art aye abiding,
Where we that light may see,
Grant us, O Christ our Saviour,
For evermore to be.