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Troparion from the Third Canonical Hour

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Jesus, when our spirits mourn Lyrics: O Jesus, when our spirits mourn, And heavenly calm would find, Come to Thy servants in their grief, And prove that Thou art kind. Stand not afar off from our souls, Nor from our need depart; Come with the comfort of Thy love, And cheer the joyless heart. Thou didst not leave Thy saints of old, Nor shun their earnest cry; O ever-present pitying Lord, Draw nigh to us, draw nigh; And bind us to Thyself, we pray, Whose spirits pine for Thee, That we may hymn Thy glorious name To all eternity. Text Sources: Horologion, p. 86

Kontakion-Automelon

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Wake, my soul! In careless slumber Lyrics: Wake, my soul! In careless slumber, Wherefore wilt Thou longer lie? Wake! for lo, the end approacheth, And the Judgment draweth nigh. Christ our Lord is ever present, Sober therefore wait His call, That the lovingkindness spare thee Of the Lord who filleth all. Text Sources: Horologion, p. 369

Sticheron Idiomelon (Hymn of Anatolius)

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Firm through the endless years Lyrics: Firm through the endless years, Thy kingdom stands secure, And Thy dominion evermore, Through ages shall endure. Thou from the Holy Ghost, Incarnate cam'st to earth, And, Christ our God! didst stoop To share man's lowly birth. Thou cam'st on us to shine, Light from Eternal Light! And now the Father's brightness rests On those who dwelt in night. O, everything that breathes, To Thee gives homage now-- The glory of Almighty God, The Father's image, Thou. O Thou Who shinest forth, Incarnate God most High, Who art, and wast in ages gone, To us bring mercy nigh. Text Sources: Menaion, December 25, p. 192

Hymn to the Trinity

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.6.7.6 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Our hearts to Heaven upraising Lyrics: Our hearts to Heaven upraising, We, with the angelic host, Sing praises to the Father, To Son, and Holy Ghost. O Uncreated Nature, Yet Maker Thou of all, Our lips proclaim Thy praises, As at Thy feet we fall. All Holy, Holy, Holy, Eternal God art Thou,-- Hear us in prayer before Thee, And send Thy mercy now. In slumber Thou hast kept us, And now, with morning light, Our hearts and minds awaken, And give them morn for night. And we shall give Thee praises Blest Trinity adored; For Holy, Holy, Holy, Art Thou Eternal Lord. Text Sources: Horologion, p. 43

From the Canon of the Dead: Ode VIII

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Who toiled for Christ through suffering sore Lyrics: Who toiled for Christ through suffering sore, And meekly grief and anguish bore; And in their service steadfast strove, To serve the Master Whom they love,-- Now rest in His eternal peace, Through ages that shall never cease. Who toil as they, and faithful prove The servants of the Lord they love, When toil is o'er and suffering past, Enter the bliss of heaven at last,-- And rest in His eternal peace, Through ages that shall never cease. Text Sources: Euchologion, p. 412

Stichera of the Resurrection

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.4.8.4 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: When wicked hands had firmly sealed Lyrics: When wicked hands had firmly sealed The silent tomb, Then cam'st Thou forth, O Christ, as from The Virgin's womb. Thine Incarnation angels viewed With wondering gaze; And soldiers saw the empty tomb In strange amaze. Search they in vain, those mysteries lay In night concealed: The God-man and His rising were For ever sealed. Yet to the humble who by faith Their Lord adore, Those mysteries fade before their sight For evermore. Grant us who sing those mysteries now A claim to praise; And let Thy mercy bless our lives, Now, and always. Text Sources: Parakletike, p. 193

Stichera (From the Burial Office for a Child)

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Who would not weep my child Lyrics: Who would not weep my child To see thee still and dead?-- Thou from maternal arms, Even as a bird hast fled:-- Who would not weep my child? Who would not weep my child To see thy faded brow, Once like the lily, fair, But lost to beauty now?-- Who would not weep my child? Who would not weep my child?-- Like ship on boundless sea, That leaves no track behind, Lo, thou art gone from me,-- Who would not weep my child? Text Sources: Euchologion, p. 481

Antiphon G (From the Office of Dawn)

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: When came the call to me Lyrics: When came the call to me, "To God's own house repair," Then I was filled with joy, And sent to heaven my prayer. Within the house of God Are fearful wonders wrought;-- There a devouring flame Burns every shameful thought. Thou Spirit, Source of life, To Thee all praise we give-- To Father and to Son, In Whom all creatures live. Text Sources: Parakletike, p. 189

Stichera of the Resurrection

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Wherefore on the Cross uplifted Lyrics: Wherefore on the Cross uplifted, Bore the Lord our anguish sore? That He might from suffering save us, By those wounds for evermore. Wherefore from the grave triumphant, Came our Lord that radiant day? That the bondage of corruption Might for ever yield its sway. Let the heavens resound with gladness, Praises ring through all the earth; Let the nations all before him, Clap their hands with joyous mirth. To the Cross that bore our Saviour Were our sins in mercy bound; By the death of Him Who loved us, Life for all mankind is found. Glory unto God the Father, Glory unto Christ the Son, Glory to the Holy Spirit, Now, and while the ages run. Text Sources: Parakletike, p. 2

From the ΚΥΡΙΑΚΗ ΤΗΣ ΤΥΡΙΝΗΖ: Ode I

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Mourn, O my soul, thy primal sin Lyrics: Mourn, O my soul, thy primal sin, As memory brings the past to mind, When, robbed of innocence, the joys Of Paradise were left behind. For of Thy lovingkindness great, Thou, who didst earth and all things frame, Mad'st from the clay Thy creature man, With angels to adore Thy name. And through the riches of Thy grace, O Lord and Maker, Thou didst plant Fair paradise where I might share Its richest fruits nor suffer want. Ah! woe is me, my wretched soul, God gave its fadeless fruits to thee; Why didst thou then His law transgress, And eat from that forbidden tree? Text Sources: Triodion, p. 63