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Now at this evening hour

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #97 (1900) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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. Languages: English

The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #98 (1900) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine, My God, ’tis Thine to lead, to follow mine; No word deceitful shall I speak the while, Nor shall I stain my hand with action vile. Thine be the day with worthy labour filled, Strong would I stand to do the duty willed; Nor swayed by restless passion let me be, That I may give the offering pure to Thee; Else were I ’shamed when hoary age I see, Shamed were this board that bears Thy gifts to me: Mine is the impulse; O my Christ, I pray, Be Thou Thyself to me the Blessed Way! Languages: English

O Word of Truth! in devious paths

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #99 (1900) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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! Languages: English

When darkness falls and night is here

Author: Synesius; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #103 (1900) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

O may my soul, uncrushed by care

Author: Synesius ; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #104 (1900) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise

Author: Synesius; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #105 (1900) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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. Languages: English

In the Father's glory shining

Author: Synesius; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHGC #106 (1900) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: In the Father’s glory shining, Jesus, Light of light art Thou; Sordid night before Thee fleeth,— On our souls Thou’rt falling now. Framer of the world, we hail Thee! Thou didst mould the stars of night; Earth to life Thou dost awaken, Saviour Thou, of glorious might! ’Tis Thy hand that guides the chariot When the sun illumes the skies, And the dark of night relaxes When Thou bidst the moon arise. At Thy word the harvest ripens, Flocks and herds their pasture find; Earth gives bread to feed the hungry, For the hand of God is kind. May my soul, her want perceiving, Turn her gaze to where Thou art, And in all Thy fulness find Thee Food to satisfy the heart. Languages: English