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Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away:
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleas'd with the morning light,
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

PSALM C

WILLIAM KETHE

[(?) circa 1562]

ALL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice,
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell,
Come ye before him and rejoice.

The Lord ye know is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make;
We are his folk, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.

O enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless his name always, For it is seemly so to do.

For why, the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is forever sure;

His truth at all times firmly stood,

And shall from age to age endure.

PSALM CIV

SIR ROBERT GRANT

[1785-1838]

O WORSHIP the King all glorious above!
O gratefully sing his power and his love,-
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old,
Hath stablish'd it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail.
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

O measureless Might! Ineffable Love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, tho' feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.

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GREEK HYMNS

GLORIA IN EXCELSIS

ANONYMOUS

[4th Century or earlier]

LORY be to God on high, and in earth peace, good will towards men. We praise thee, we bless thee, we

worship thee, we glorify thee, we give thanks to thee for thy great glory, O Lord God, heavenly King, God the Father Almighty.

O Lord, the only-begotten Son, Jesu Christ; O Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. Thou that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. Thou that takest away the sins of the world, receive our prayer. Thou that sittest at the right hand of God the Father, have mercy upon us.

For thou only art holy; thou only art the Lord; thou only, O Christ, with the Holy Ghost, art most high in the glory of God the Father. Amen.

SHEPHERD OF TENDER YOUTH

ST. CLEMENT OF ALEXANDRIA. Tr. H. M. DEXTER
[(?) 170-220]

SHEPHERD of tender youth
Guiding in love and truth
Through devious ways;
Christ our triumphant king,
We come Thy name to sing;
Hither our children bring
Tributes of praise.

Thou art our holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife:

Thou didst Thyself abase,
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,
And give us life.

Thou art the great High-Priest;
Thou hast prepared the feast

Of heavenly love;

While in our mortal pain

None calls on Thee in vain;

Help Thou dost not disdain,
Help from above.

Ever be Thou our guide,
Our shepherd and our pride,

Our staff and song:
Jesus, Thou Christ of God,
By Thy perennial word.

Lead us where Thou hast trod,
Make our faith strong.

So now, and till we die,
Sound we Thy praises high,
And joyful sing.

Let all the holy throng
Who to Thy Church belong,
Unite and swell the song

To Christ our King!

THE DAY IS PAST AND OVER ATTRIBUTED TO ST. ANATOLIUS. Tr. J. M. NEALE [458 A. D.]

THE day is past and over;

All thanks, O Lord, to Thee;
I pray Thee now that sinless
The hours of dark may be;

O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

And guard me through the coming night.

The joys of day are over;

I lift my heart to Thee,
And ask Thee that offenceless
The hours of dark may be:
O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

And guard me through the coming night.

The toils of day are over:

I raise the hymn to Thee
And ask that free from peril
The hours of dark may be:

O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

And guard me through the coming night.

Be Thou my soul's preserver,

For Thou alone dost know

How many are the perils

Through which I have to go:

O loving Jesu, hear my call,

And guard and save me from them all.

THE DAY OF RESURRECTION ST. JOHN OF DAMASCUS. Tr. JOHN MASON NEALE [circa 780]

'Tis the day of resurrection,

Earth, tell it out abroad,

The passover of gladness,

The passover of God.

From death to life eternal,

From this world to the sky,

Our Christ hath brought us over
With hymns of victory.

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