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Table of Contents
- Title Page
- PREFACE
- INDEX OF FIRST LINES
- INTRODUCTION
- |I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live!|
- Doxa en hupsistois Theo.
- techthentos tou Christou.
- hoi magoi ta dora prospherousin·
- Euphrainesthe Dikaioi· ouranoi agalliasthe·
- Ho Pater eudokesen,
- Christos ho Basileus.
- Augoustou monarchesantos epi tes ges,
- nun panta peplerotai photos.
- O wounded hands and feet!
- When Jesus to the judgment hall
- They brought Him to the hill of death
- |Watch with Me,| The Master said,
- They cried, |Let Him be crucified!|
- O darkest night that ever fell!
- Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies,
- O Son of God, afflicted,
- This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls,
- Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,
- In the dark of early morn,
- Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks,
- Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb,
- Rise, O glorious orb of day,--
- Borne on the clouds the Christ arose
- Lift up the gates,
- Borne on the wings of light,
- Like the beams that from the sun
- Come, Holy Ghost, in might,
- Spirit of God, in love descend,
- Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm
- O God, the Holy Ghost,
- en Iordane, baptizomenou sou Kurie,
- metemorphothes en to orei Christe ho Theos,
- Idou, ho basileus sou erchetai.
- agallestho ta drumou.
- Judgment
- ton piston oiketen sou, anapauson
- makaria he hodos, he poreue semeron, hoti
- Psalm I
- Psalm II
- Psalm XXVII
- Morning
- Evening
- The New Year
- Harvest Hymn
- Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul
- O God of love, on bended knee,
- O God, in mercy hear,
- Come to the Christ in tears,
- Forgive my heart its vain regrets,
- Far let me flee from worldly sin,
- Lord of mercy, at Thy gate,
- Burdened with a heavy load,
- Lord of a countless throng,
- Let all the world abroad
- Thou Saviour of our sinful race,
- Where the Lord reveals His presence,
- O Love of God, surpassing far
- O God of our salvation,
- O Jesus, when my guilty fears
- Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me;
- Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold,
- Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing,
- Bring to the Christ your fears,
- Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul,
- Surpassing great the gift of God
- My hope is firmly set
- The time is drawing near,
- I will not yield my sword,
- If in the cause of right I must,
- The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer
- Like music at the stilly hour,
- O Lord, Thou in the hour of need,
- My harp upon the willows, grave,
- To Thee my soul enraptured sings,
- Christos ho Logos me theoi sarkoumenos.
- Deute kai mimesometha en te parouse heorte.
- BY THE SAME AUTHOR.