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Wake, awake to duty!

See, the morning light

Falls with radiant beauty

From the arms of night.

Claim the hours before thee

For the tasks of life,

Thousand calls implore thee

From the din of strife.

Listless minds are dreaming,

Idle hands are still;

Evil hearts are scheming

Purposes of ill.

See the hands that beckon,

Hear the call of right;

Thou with God must reckon

Up, and toil and fight!

Through the hours of morning,

At the height of noon,

When the light gives warning

Night approaches soon:

Do the task with gladness

Which the hours present;

Who can tell the sadness

Of a day mis-spent?

Day by day declineth,

Time is getting hoar;

Soon yon sun that shineth

Sets for evermore.

Ah, the City glorious,

Where they need no sun,

Ah, the band victorious,

And the glad "Well done"!

John Brownlie


Thine be the glory, God of Light,

For all the joy from morn that springs;

Oh, may a morn dispel each night,

And bless our lives with beauteous things.

Give us this day the light that dwells

In every heart Thy presence fills;

That night with all its fears dispels,

And life, and hope, and joy instils.

Then shall our nights no darkness bring,

But morn, bright morn, for ever shine;

And when night spreads her dusky wings,

More bright shall be the light Divine.

All praise to Thee, the God of Light;

All praise to Christ, the glorious Son;

And to the Spirit, Lord of might,

Now, and while endless ages run.

John Brownlie


With beauty decked the morn ascends,

And all the earth is bright;

And lo, the sun the darkness rends,

And floods the sky with light.

All hail, Thou Sun of Righteousness,

Upon our night arisen!

May sin no more our souls oppress,

And bind in darksome prison.

Let those that lie in slumber fast,

Because the darkness reigns,

The light behold, and straightway cast

Aside their gloomy chains;

And greet the light that makes them free,

The bounding joy it brings;

And share the calm felicity,

That looks to heaven and sings.

O Jesus Christ, our hearts aglow,

Thy blessed advent hail;

On us Thy healing virtue show,

And o'er our ills prevail.

And let us walk as those whose eyes

Have seen the light of heaven,

Till light shall in our souls arise,

Whence night and gloom are driven.

John Brownlie


Rise, thou glorious orb of day,

Draw the curtains from the sky;

Let thy light in glad array,

All creation beautify;

Bid the fears of darkness born,

Melt before the light of morn.

Light transcendent! fill the skies,

Glorious Orb of heavenly light!

Take the darkness from our eyes,

Fill our souls with visions bright.

Jesus, Light of lights, appear,

Rise upon our souls with cheer.

From Thy throne of splendour bright,

Shed Thy glory far abroad;

Let the wanderers in their plight

See the path that leads to God,

And upon their pathway shine,

Heavenly Orb of light Divine.

There no sun illumes the day,

Where the wanderers find their rest;

Moon nor stars their light display

In the kingdom of the blest;

For the Christ Himself is Sun,

And the day is never done.

John Brownlie


Up, up, my soul! with gladness rise,

And greet the ever-brightening skies.

The morn hath come, sweet morn, awake!

And from thy pinions slumber shake.

Pure as the morn God's presence shines;

Love like its beams, thy life entwines;

Richer the gifts thy God bestows

Than morning beauty can disclose.

Sweet as the breath that fans the bowers,

And stirs the leaves and opening flowers,

Comes with the morn, the breath Divine

To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine.

O Thou, the Morn, the Light, the Sun,

With Thee be every day begun;

Brightness shall clothe my life always,

And fill my soul with grateful praise.

Glory to Thee, O Christ my Lord!

Light of my soul, Incarnate Word!

Come with the morn, abide alway,

And cheer my course to endless day.

John Brownlie


The crimson blush of morning glows

On towering peaks where clouds repose;

And, lo! the sombre robe of night

Is rent with shafts of golden light.

O Light Divine, each opening day

Illume our souls with gladdening ray;

And, as the sun his course pursues,

With growing light our lives diffuse.

In childhood's morn, when wondering eyes

Behold the light that fills the skies;

And loins are girt at opening day

Life's myriad voices to obey:

O Light Divine, serene and pure,

Shine on a path of life, secure;

Let joy, like songs the morn that greet,

Make music for the willing feet.

When, prompted by the will of God,

A path we tread, before untrod;

And doubts our onward course attend,

Thy light upon our path extend.

O Light of lights, when day is done,

And night pursues our setting sun,

Be ours to hail that better day,

Whose light Thou art eternally.

John Brownlie


The morn awakes; from eastern hills

The golden light creation fills;

And arrows chase the night that flies

Before the ever-brightening skies.

The morn awakes; up, soul of mine!

And, like the morn, in beauty shine;

Strong, as the high-ascending sun,

Thy race of duty boldly run.

Night for the weary comes at length;

Morn gives the soul the needed strength;

Light shall thy path encircling, cheer,

And melt each lingering cloud of fear.

O Light of lights, when night descends,

And brooding fear my life attends,

Show to my soul, that night departs

When morning trims her glowing darts.

O Christ, who art my better Sun,

Bright shines the day with Thee begun;

No terror can the mind oppress,

Nor cloud th' aspiring soul distress.

To Thee, O glorious Light of light,

Be honour paid when morn is bright;

To Father, and to Spirit blest,

Be glory every day exprest.

John Brownlie



Hilary of Poitiers, 350

Gone are the shades of night,

The hours of rest are o'er;

New beauties sparkle bright,

And heaven is light once more.

To Thee our prayers shall speed,

O Lord of light Divine;

Come to our utmost need,

And in our darkness shine.

Spirit of love and light,

May we Thine image know,

And in Thy glory bright,

To full perfection grow.

Hear us, O Father blest,

Save us, O Christ the Son;

Thou Comforter the best,

Lead us till life is done.

John Brownlie


Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,

Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread;

Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising,

Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled.

Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking,

Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom;

Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking,

Free from death's bands Thou didst rise from the tomb.

Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty,

See not the Master arise in His might;

Hear not the call to the doing of duty,

Know not the rapture that thrills in the light.

Morn speaks of life--let us rise to new living,

Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives;

Give to the world what the morning is giving,

Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives.

Lo, in its brightness the morning arising:

Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel;

Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising,

Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell.

John Brownlie


From the hills the light is streaming,

Hail, the gladsome morn!

Earth with busy life is teeming,

For the day is born.

Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying,

On a fairer day,

All creation beautifying

With Thy glorious ray.

Weary eyes the hills are scanning

For the early gleam;

Souls, Thy long delay unmanning,

Sleep, and idly dream.

Ah, my soul, be up and doing,

Life will soon be done;

Night, the day is close pursuing

To the setting sun.

And the day of God shall waken

To the soul with fear,

If, the call of life forsaken,

We are slumbering here.

From the hills the light is streaming,

Hail the gladsome morn!

And the light of God is beaming--

This, His day, is born.

John Brownlie


ater arches, aperanton
Cento from se ton aphthiton monarchen

By Gregory of Nazianzus, b. 329

O Light that knew no dawn,

That shines to endless day,

All things in earth and heaven

Are lustred by Thy ray;

No eye can to Thy throne ascend,

Nor mind Thy brightness comprehend.

Thy grace, O Father, give,

That I may serve in fear;

Above all boons, I pray,

Grant me Thy voice to hear;

From sin Thy child in mercy free,

And let me dwell in light with Thee.

That, cleansed from filthy stain,

I may meet homage give,

And, pure in heart, behold

And serve Thee while I live;

Clean hands in holy worship raise,

And Thee, O Christ my Saviour, praise.

In supplication meek

To Thee I bend the knee;

O Christ, when Thou shalt come,

In love remember me,

And in Thy kingdom, by Thy grace,

Grant me a humble servant's place.

Thy grace, O Father, give,

I humbly Thee implore;

And let Thy mercy bless

Thy servant more and more.

All grace and glory be to Thee

From age to age eternally.

John Brownlie


The morn in beauty breaks,

The world to life awakes:

Up, soul of mine, and sing!

And let the day begun,

In hours of service run,

And joy to duty bring.

The darkness fades away,

Light ushers in the day--

Let there be light for me!

That round my path no cloud

Dark folding may enshroud

Me in perplexity.

To Father and to Son,

To Spirit, Three in One,

Eternal praise be given:

Sung by the saints above,

In songs of fervent love,

Up in the choirs of heaven.

John Brownlie


Se kai nun eulogoumen


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.

John Brownlie


Fades the glory of the west--

All the crimson and the gold,

Night allures the world to rest

'Neath her mantle's dusky fold.

Ah, my soul, when night descends,

Fear lest slumber bind thee fast,

And the Bridegroom with His friends,

To the marriage hasten past.

He may come--what soul can know?--

When the sun has gone from sight,

When the stars in myriads glow

In the middle of the night.

Think not thou may'st safely dream

Of His coming by and by,

When the morning's early gleam

Wakes the slumberer, from the sky.

Wake, awake, the time is near,

Trim thy lamp, and tend its light;

For the Bridegroom may appear

In the middle of the night.

John Brownlie


See where the orb of day

In glory sinks to rest,

The clouds of gold and purple crown

The mountains of the west;

And eve in silence brings

The night on dusky wings.

It is the hour of peace,

And hearts to heaven ascend:

Come with your burdens and your care,

To an unchanging Friend;

And let the passing day

Bear all your fears away.

It is the hour of prayer;

Let every fault be known;

Unveil the secrets of the soul,

And every sin disown;

The blood for sinners spilt,

Shall bear away your guilt.

It is the hour of praise;

Let joy the stillness break;

And every grateful thought of God

To living song awake;

And saints in heaven shall bear

To God your fervent prayer.

The night in silence falls:

O God, to Thee be praise!

And to the Spirit and the Son,

Throughout the endless days;

Eternal Three in One,

While endless ages run.

John Brownlie


There is no darkness where Thou art,

O Jesus Christ, Thou Light serene;

Clouds fold their curtains and depart,

And darkness melts where Thou art seen.

Fair Morning Star! more glorious Sun!

Thou Light of lights, Thy beams display,

Till darkness owns the victory won,

And night is lost in endless day.

Where slumbering souls in bondage lie,

Because the night hath hemmed them in,

Descend, as morning from the sky,

And wake them from their sleep of sin.

Where sorrow dims the downcast eye,

And luring hope is lost to view,

With light the tear-drops beautify,

As sunlight on the morning dew.

O Jesus Christ, Thy light is life;

Shine on our souls and life revive,

That they may stand before the strife,

And conquer as the strong who strive.

O Jesus Christ, Thy light is joy;

Restore our souls from sorrow's blight,

And win them to the glad employ

Of those who praise both day and night.

John Brownlie


Lord, upon our night descending,

Bid the light with gladness shine;

Let its rays, through darkness wending,

Round our fears in beauty twine.

Thou art Light, and where Thou dwellest,

Like a traveller, gloom departs;

Come, who threatening clouds dispellest,

And abide within our hearts.

Ah, the visions Thou impartest,

With the morn, and with the noon;

With what glory Thou attirest

Eve, that falleth late or soon.

Flood our lives with varied beauty,

Morn, and noon, and coming night;

Light us in the path of duty,

And at eve let there be light.

John Brownlie


Lord, let my evening prayer

As incense sweet ascend;

And while I lift my hands to Thee,

From heaven in mercy bend.

For in Thy name I hope,

And brightness floods my way;

The night departs, and clouds that roll,

And threaten with dismay.

And in Thy name I trust,

To find Thy promise sure;

Thy cov'nant like the mountains strong,

That evermore endure.

Now, at this evening hour,

My hope and trust renew;

Refresh me as the earth that drinks

The cool refreshing dew.

And when the morning wakes,

Awake my soul, I pray,

That in Thy strength goes forth to bear

The burdens of the day.

John Brownlie


O Lord of light, Thy beams display,

And waken joy in every heart;

Bring to our souls the light of day,

And bid our brooding night depart.

In Thy fair realm there is no gloom,

The radiant day is never done;

They need no candle to illume,

Nor wait the rising of the sun.

No morning ushers in the day,

Nor evening marks its slow decline;

There Thou art Sun, and shinest aye,

And all the light and joy are Thine.

Eternal Light, Eternal Day,

No eve obscures, no darkness hides;

But clear the noon-tide shines alway,

For there Thy presence aye abides.

Come at this hour, O Light Divine,

As daylight fades, and night is nigh;

And in our souls with radiance shine,

As Thou art wont in realms on high.

John Brownlie


kurie eleeson. 'Antilabou, soson, eleeson kai diaphulaxon emas
Litany of the Deacon

God of all grace, Thy mercy send;

Let Thy protecting arm defend;

Save us, and keep us to the end:

Have mercy, Lord.

And through the coming hours of night,

Fill us, we pray, with holy light;

Keep us all sinless in Thy sight:

Grant this, O Lord.

May some bright messenger abide

For ever by Thy servants' side,

A faithful guardian and our guide:

Grant this, O Lord.

From every sin in mercy free,

Let heart and conscience stainless be,

That we may live henceforth for Thee:

Grant this, O Lord.

We would not be by care opprest,

But in Thy love and wisdom rest--

Give what Thou seest to be best:

Grant this, O Lord.

While we of every sin repent,

Let our remaining years be spent

In holiness and sweet content:

Grant this, O Lord.

And when the end of life is near,

May we, unshamed and void of fear,

Wait for the Judgment to appear:

Grant this, O Lord.

John Brownlie


The day fades into night,

The shadows lengthening fall,

And see, the deepening purple light

Throws on the hills its pall:

Lord, be our Light when suns decline,

And in our souls unclouded shine.

Still is the eventide,

Calm is the soft repose,

When earthly toil is laid aside,

And eyelids drooping, close;

Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess,

In everlasting restfulness.

Night of my life draws near;

Lord, when the light departs,

Be all to me that Thou hast been

To other trusting hearts,

And in the calm that night bestows,

Let me in peace with Thee repose.

The night gives place to morn,

The gloom shall pass away,

And an eternal day be born,

Whose sun shall shine for aye;

Lord, wake me when the morn is come,

And let me find with Thee my home.

John Brownlie


A crown of gold surpassing rare,

The western hills, in beauty wear;

And earth and sea reflect the light,

That fades before th' approach of night.

O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray

Illumes the realm of endless day,

Shine on a world where darkness dwells,

And all the joy of day dispels.

Soft o'er the land the twilight creeps;

Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;

Oh, let not night my life control,

And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.

Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,

But let the soul through slumber live;

Wake when the first faint gleam of morn

Tells that another day is born.

Light of my life! bid night depart,

Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;

That morn, and noon, and night may be

One beauteous day of joy to me.

And when the brightest morn shall break,

And bid the eternal day awake,

O glorious Sun! in radiance shine,

To guard from night the realm Divine.

John Brownlie


epseusamen se ten aletheian, loge

Gregory of Nazianzus, b. 329

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!

John Brownlie



Rosy dawn, with locks of gold,

Looks upon the world awaking;

For the day by prophets told,

Lo, in beauty now is breaking,

And the Christ is come to earth:

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

Minstrels from the realms of light,

Bend to earth to sing His praises,

For, from depth to highest height,

God our fallen race upraises;

Now the Christ is come to earth,

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

Go to Bethlehem, wanderers lone,

Seek the Christ, for whom such glory

Flashing from the heavenly throne

Floods with light the ancient story:

For the Christ is come to earth,

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

There, in weakness see Him lie,

Cradled where His mother laid Him,

Who, by minstrels from the sky,

Hath immortal honours paid Him;

See the God-man come to earth,

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

King Immortal! treasures rare,

Gifts of heart and life we bring Thee;

Hearts and voices everywhere,

More than gold--their praises bring Thee;

Thou, O Christ, art come to earth,

Hail, all hail Thy wondrous birth.

John Brownlie


In the early morning,

Ere the darkness clears,

Lo, a star most radiant,

High in heaven appears;

And their eyes behold it,

Glowing like a gem,

As the sages journey

Forth to Bethlehem.

In the early morning,

While the shepherds gaze,

Lo, through clouds asunder,

Heaven is all ablaze;

Brighter than the sunrise

From the eastern hills,

And the song of angels

All creation fills.

In the early morning,

When the silence hung,

'Mid the dazzling splendour,

Were the praises sung:

Glory in the highest

To the God of heaven,

Peace on earth abounding

Unto men be given.

Now the sages, guided

To the lowly place,

Lying in a manger

Find the Lord of grace;

And they fall before Him

As before a king,

And their costly offerings

With devotion bring.

Lord of life eternal,

Who didst come for men;

At the time appointed

Thou wilt come again;

Not a babe in meekness,

Born of humble birth;

But the King Immortal,

Judge of all the earth.

Glory in the highest,

Be ascribed to God;

Ceaseless hallelujahs

Fill the earth abroad;

Glory to Immanuel,

All creation sing,

Who to heaven hath raised us

By His offering.

John Brownlie


Lo, the clouds of night are rending,

Clad in light, heavenly bright,

Herald hosts to earth descending,

Hail approaching morn.

Hail the morn with heavenly singing,

And the song, they prolong,

News untold to earth is bringing,

Of Immanuel born.

Fearful watchers, see the glory,

Cease to gaze with amaze;

Herdsmen, sages, list the story,

Peace abides on earth.

Glory! sons of men repeat it,

Heavenly morn, Christ is born,

Lift your eyes to heaven and greet it,

Greet Immanuel's birth.

Gone the dismal years of waiting,

Angels bright, shed your light!

Peace hath banished ill and hating,

On this glorious morn.

Glory be to God ascending,

And the Son, who hath won

Life for man in bliss unending,

Now the Christ is born.

John Brownlie


Herdsmen keeping lonely vigil

While the earth in slumber lay;

Eager scanned the far horizon,

For the coming of the day;

And a blaze of heavenly light,

Rent the curtains of the night.

Never shone a morn so radiant

Since creation had its birth,

And the orb of day in fulness

Shed its primal light on earth,

And the morning stars abroad,

Triumphed with the sons of God.

Stay your coming, dawn and sunrise,

For a Sun of high renown

Pours His light upon our darkness,

And this Orb shall ne'er go down;

Now Immanuel, Christ our Lord,

Dwells on earth, Incarnate Word.

Lift your eyes, ye lonely watchers,

See the host in raiment white;

List, the strains of heavenly music

Mingling with transcendent light;

Ne'er such music waked a morn;

Sons of men! the Christ is born.

Weary hearts that dwell in darkness!

Cast your dismal fears away;

Lo, the Sun on earth is shining,

For the morn has risen today,

And the light that hailed His birth,

Pours its glory on the earth.

John Brownlie


oi magoi ta d?ra prospherousin
oi poimenes to thauma keruttousin

Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now,

No wreath of gold encircleth His brow,

Lowly His state--in lowly worship bow;

Hail to the King!

Born of His maiden mother, pure as snow,

Son of our God, begotten long ago,

Ere yet the stream of time began to flow;

Hail to the King!

Nowhere was found a shelter for His head,

Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed,

No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed;

Hail to the King!

Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing;

Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring,

No other hand bestowed an offering;

Hail to the King!

Hail to the King! O Christ, upon Thy throne,

Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own,

When by Thy birth and death Thou didst atone;

Hail to the King!

John Brownlie


Doxa en upsistois The?

Hark! upon the morning breezes,

In the darkness, ere the waking,

Music sweet the senses pleases,

Soft upon the stillness breaking;

"Glory, Glory!" this the singing,

Welcome to Immanuel bringing.

Shepherds at their watch beholding

Angels clad in glistening whiteness,

Heard the wondrous news unfolding

'Mid that dazzling scene of brightness:

"Glory, Glory!" peace, and kindness,

Light is breaking on our blindness.

Glorious morn! The sun, uprising,

Shone upon a world rejoicing;

God is with us--truth surprising!

List to song the message voicing:

"Glory, Glory!" ages told it,

Heavenly voices now unfold it.

God adored, our nature wearing!

Ah, such condescending meekness!

Stooping to a world despairing,

Full of pity for our weakness:

"Glory, Glory!" praises swelling,

God hath made with man His dwelling.

John Brownlie


techthentos tou Christou

Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills,

More radiant far than any earthly morn;

'Tis heavenly light that all creation fills--

The Christ is born.

Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed,

Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn,

In Bethlehem's manger is at length revealed--

The Christ is born.

Lo, from their watch the herdsmen raise their eyes,

For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn,

And angels poured their raptures from the skies--

The Christ is born.

Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare,

Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn;

Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there--

The Christ is born.

Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings;

Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn,

Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!--

The Christ is born.

John Brownlie


Deute agalliasometha t? churio, to paron musterion ekdiegoumenoi

Come, let us sing with joyful mirth

The mystery of Immanuel's birth,

Who, virgin born, is here;

The middle wall no longer stands,

No flaming sword in cherub's hands

Inspires the soul with fear.

See, clear the pathway open lies

That upward leads to Paradise,

Where stands the Tree of Life;

And freely may I enter in,

Whence I was driven by mortal sin,

And worsted in the strife.

For He, the Father's only Son,

A glorious work hath now begun,

Descending from above

In servant's form, though yet the Son,

Unchanging while the ages run,

To win us by His love.

Come, now, let hearts united be

To laud His praises joyfully,

The God-Man born to-day.

And let Thy mercy reach us now,

For pitiful and kind art Thou,

O Virgin born, we pray.

John Brownlie


From a Latin MS. of the Early 14th Century

Zion is glad this glorious morn:

A Babe in Bethlehem is born.

See where He lies in manger low,

Whose kingly reign no end shall know.

The ox and ass that filled the stall,

Knew that the Babe was Lord of all.

Out from the east the sages bring

Their treasures for an offering.

They humbly seek the lowly place,

And worship there the King of grace:

The Son of God, who made the earth,

A virgin mother gave Him birth.

No poison from the serpent stains

The human blood that fills His veins;

And though our flesh He meekly wears,

No mark of sin His nature bears;

That He might man to God restore,

And give the grace that once He wore.

Come, while our hearts are full of mirth,

And bless the Lord of lowly birth.

The Holy Trinity we'll praise,

And give our thanks to God always.

John Brownlie


Out from the rising of the sun,

O'er tracts of desert wild,

The Magi came on journey lone,

To seek the heaven-born Child;

The star o'erhead their footsteps led,

And hope their way beguiled.

They bore Him costly gifts of gold,

And myrrh and spices sweet:

"For He is King," they had been told,

Whom they would meekly greet;

And they would go, in reverence low,

And worship at His feet.

O humble Child, in manger laid!

The wise beheld Thee there,

And reverently their homage paid,

And gave their offerings rare.

Their quest was found, and to the ground

They bowed the head in prayer.

O Jesu, who in manger lay,

The Son of God most high,

Let me my humble homage pay,

And bring my offerings nigh.

And humbly greet Thee at Thy feet,

And low in worship lie.

John Brownlie


ti soi prosenenkomen, Christe

By St. Anatolius, 458 A.D.

What shall we bring to Thee?

What shall our offering be

On this Thy natal morn?

For Thou, O Christ, hast come to earth--

A virgin mother gave Thee birth--

For our redemption born.

The whole creation broad

Gives praise and thanks to God,

Who gave His only Son;

And list! the bright angelic throng

Their homage yield in sweetest song,

For peace on earth begun.

The heavens their glory shed,

The star shines o'er His head,

The promised Christ and King;

And wise men from the lands afar,

Led by the brightness of the star,

Their treasured offerings bring.

What shall we give Thee now?

Lowly the shepherds bow,

Have we no gift to bring?

Our worship, lo, we yield to Thee,

All that we are, and hope to be--

This is our offering.

John Brownlie


Over trackless regions,

From the Morning land,

Bearing costly treasures,

Came a seeking band--

Wise men with devotion,

From the Morning land.

Wheresoe'er the star led,

In the ebon sky,

Thither pressed those wise men,

With uplifted eye,

Following the star light

In the ebon sky.

They would find the young King

Whom the star foretold;

They would render homage,

And their gifts unfold,

Bowing low before Him,

Whom the star foretold.

Jesu, Son of David,

God's Incarnate Word,

Endless, unbegotten,

By the wise adored--

We would bow before Thee,

God's Incarnate Word.

Not without an offering

Would we seek our King;

But with true devotion

What is noblest, bring--

With a gift so precious,

Would we seek our King.

Jesu, King Eternal,

Son of God, Divine,

Man, yet still remaining

Of the Godbead Trine--

See, our hearts we give Thee,

Son of God, Divine.

John Brownlie


Doxa en upsistois The?

By St. John of Damascus, 780 A.D.

Bethlehem rejoices!

Hark the voices clear,

Singing in the starlight

Nearer and more near.

Unto God be glory,

Peace to men be given;

This His will who dwelleth

In the heights of heaven.

Heaven cannot contain Him,

Nor the bounds of earth,

Yet, oh glorious mystery!

Virgin gives Him birth.

Unto God be glory,

Peace to men be given;

This His will who dwelleth

In the heights of heaven.

Now the light ariseth

In the darkened skies,

Now the proud are humbled

And the lowly rise.

Unto God be glory,

Peace to men be given;

This His will who dwelleth

In the heights of heaven.

John Brownlie


angeloi meta poimenon doxazousi

A band of herdsmen tarried late,

Through hours of night disconsolate;

Around, the snow lay glistening white,

And stars o'erhead were shining bright;

O favoured shepherds, there shall rise

A brighter star in yonder skies.

Whence comes this glory, brighter far

Than light that shines from midnight star?

An angel from the Lord appears,

And lo! their minds are filled with fears;

O favoured shepherds, wherefore fear?

The messenger of God is here.

"O band of herdsmen, list! I bring

Glad tidings of a promised King;

Go, in a manger ye shall find

The new-born Saviour of mankind";

O favoured shepherds, such surprise!

To see the Christ in mean disguise.

Then stood the herdsmen all amaze,

For heaven with glory was ablaze;

And choirs of angels, clad in white,

Awoke with song the silent night:

O favoured shepherds, ye are blest,

To hear that heavenly song exprest.

"To God be glory," thus they sang,

While earth and heaven with music rang;

"And peace abounding henceforth dwell

With those on earth who please Me well";

O favoured shepherds, night is past,

And morn, bright morn, is come at last.

O band of herdsmen, long ago,

That song was sung on earth below;

Now myriad hosts uplift the strains

That first awoke on Bethlehem's plains:

O favoured shepherds, round the throne,

The angel's song is now your own.

John Brownlie


Glory in the highest!

Hark, what angels sing:

Was there e'er such music

Borne on rising wing?

See, the gates of heaven

On their portals rise,

And the song that charms us

Comes from Paradise.

Glory in the highest!

Christ our Lord is born;

Hail His glorious advent

On this happy morn;

Ages long have waited

'Mid their brooding ills;

Now the herald-voices

Wake the silent hills.

Herdsmen in their watching

Lift their eyes amazed;

Sages from the sunland

At the starlight gazed;

And they bear their treasures,

Gold for diadem,

Meet to crown the Monarch

Born at Bethlehem.

Glory in the highest!

With the sages bring

What is best and fairest

For an offering;

Lay before the manger

Where the Infant lies,

All your heart's devotion,

Love's best sacrifice.

John Brownlie


Christos gennatai

By St. Cosmas the Melodist, 760 A.D.

Christ is born, go forth to meet Him,

Christ by all the heaven adored;

Singing songs of welcome, greet Him,

For the earth receives her Lord.

All ye nations, shout and sing;

For He comes, your glorious King.

Once His heavenly image bearing,

Man has sunk to depths of sin;

Now defiled, debased, despairing,

Clad in rags and foul within;

But our God, who beauty gave,

Lifts the soul He comes to save.

From the height of heaven beholding,

Pity filled the heart of grace;

And our Lord, His love unfolding,

Made the earth His dwelling-place;

And a virgin mother gave

God Incarnate, man to save.

Wisdom, Might, and Word Eternal,

Glory of the Father, Thou!

Hid from man and powers supernal,

Lo, He wears our nature now!

To the Lord your worship bring,

Praise Him, your victorious King.

John Brownlie


Palm Sunday

Behold the Lord to Zion rides,

And crowds hosannas sing;

They spread their garments in the way,

And hail Him as a king.

O Zion, blind with earthly pride,

Why couldst thou not behold

The Christ of God, whom sage and seer

From age to age foretold?

A King indeed, but not to reign

By power of earthly might;

The glory of whose royal state

Is hid from carnal sight.

Whose subjects are the souls of men

From thrall of darkness won;

Whose kingdom knows no bounds, within

The dawn and setting sun.

Behold thy King to Zion rides

Where He the cross shall bear;

And on that throne with blood bedecked,

His robe of purple wear;

Where slaves to sin His love shall view,

And from their bondage rise

To noble fealty, by the power

Of loving sacrifice.

John Brownlie


O God of love, whose mercy came

To this dark world of sin and shame,

And on a cross of suffering sore,

That sin and shame in meekness bore.

Supreme the love the Christ displayed,

When He, True God, True Man was made;

When He was scorned, His patience then

Shone forth Divine, with sinful men.

Did e'er such mercy lead the great

To stoop from high to low estate?

Did e'er such love incline the heart

To take the erring sinner's part?

'Twas God who loved, 'twas God who gave

His Son our erring souls to save;

'Tis Christ that wins us by the love

From earth below to heaven above.

Win me, O Lord, whose mercy came

To this dark world of sin and shame,

To that bright world whose beauties shine

For ever in Thy love Divine.

To Thee, O Father, glory be;

And glory, Christ, God-Man, to Thee;

And to the Spirit, Three in One,

Now, and while countless ages run.

John Brownlie


Christos o Logos me theoi sarkoumenos

Christ the Word! Thine incarnation

Links my nature to Thine own;

By Thy sore humiliation,

I am lifted to Thy throne;

By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me

With a zeal to sacrifice,

And to noble life inspired me:

Hence my grateful songs arise.

Word of God! Thy crucifixion

Hath upraised me from the earth;

By Thy death and dereliction,

Thou hast given me nobler birth;

By Thy resurrection glorious,

Life immortal now I own:

Hence ascend my songs victorious

To Thy praise, O Christ the Son.

By Thy hand at the creation,

Thou didst form me from the ground,

And, to mark my kingly station,

With Thine image I was crowned;

And that hand, when pierced and bleeding,

Raised me from corruption's mire;

And, though all this love unheeding,

Decked me with Divine attire.

Thou who gav'st my soul its being,

Breathing in me life Divine,

Didst, by Thine all-wise decreeing,

Unto death Thy life resign;

And from death my soul defending,

Thou didst sojourn with the dead,

That Thou might'st, my fetters rending,

Raise me up, Thou glorious Head!

Shame be on your heads abiding,

Disobedient people now,

Who to death, and vile deriding,

Caused the Word of God to bow!

Shame! for death, nor powers infernal,

Nor the dark of hades' gloom,

Could retain the King Eternal

In the bondage of the tomb.

John Brownlie



Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks,

And earth awakes from all the woeful past;

For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes,

And sin and death into the grave are cast.

Glory to God! The cross, with all its shame,

Now sheds its glory o'er a ransomed world;

For He who bore the burden of our blame,

With pierced hands the foe to hell hath hurled.

Glory to God! Sing ransomed souls again,

And let your songs our glorious Victor laud,

Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant's chain,

And set us free to rise with Him to God.

Darkness and night, farewell! the morn is here;

Welcome! the light that ushers in the day;

Visions of joy before our sight appear,

And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away.

Great Son of God, Immortal and renowned!

Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow;

Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned,

For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.

John Brownlie


tas esperinas em?n euchas

Accept our evening prayer,

O Holy Christ our Lord,

And grant forgiveness of our sin

According to Thy word,

Who, by Thy rising, hast revealed

A power that lay from man concealed.

Oh come, ye people, come,

Give praise to Christ your God;

The glory of His rising tell

To all the world abroad:

For He is God, whose power hath hurled

The great accuser from the world.

Encompass Zion round,

And in her midst proclaim

The glory of the Son of God,

Who back from bondage came;

Who burst the gates of death, to win

Our freedom from the yoke of sin.

Thy Passion, Lord, hath freed

Our souls from passion's reign;

Nor may we know corruption base,

Since Thou hast risen again;

Glory to Thee, O Christ the Lord,

Son of our God, Incarnate Word!

John Brownlie


anastasin Christou theasamenoi

We have heard the wondrous story

Of the Resurrection morn;

We have seen its matchless glory,

Christ the risen Lord adorn.

Let us worship and adore Him,

Let us now fall down before Him.

Men with erring sinners found Thee,

Found the only sinless One;

And upon a cross they bound Thee,

For the good that Thou hadst done;

Let us worship and adore Him,

Let us now fall down before Him.

We have heard the wondrous story

Of the Resurrection morn:

Christ our God, to Him be glory,

For the bands of death are torn;

Let us worship and adore Him,

Come and let us fall before Him.

Come, ye faithful, come with gladness,

To your God thanksgiving pay;

For the Cross was shorn of sadness

On the Resurrection day:

Let us worship and adore Him,

Come and let us bow before Him.

John Brownlie


He led them forth to Bethany,

And with uplifted hand,

Invoked abiding blessing there,

Upon His chosen band.

And while He climbed the heavenly path,

His followers with amaze

Beheld the Christ from earth ascend,

Beyond their farthest gaze.

O Christ, our Lord, ascended now,

The Kingdom is Thine own;

And angel hosts in triumph lead

The Victor to His throne.

But think upon the days of woe,

The sorrow and the pain,

And visit with Thy gracious help

Thy followers again.

That they may stand while others fall,

And fight while others flee,

And on the cross their arms extend

In loyalty to Thee.

And raise them to the calm of heaven

When all the strife is past,

Where saints behold Thee and adore

While endless ages last.

John Brownlie


See the King of kings ascending

To His throne of power again;

Who in humble garb descending,

Came to dwell with lowly men.

Glad the angel hosts adoring

Fling the golden gates aside;

Mortals, view the Victor soaring,

Heaven receives the Lord with pride.

Strike your harps, ye choirs supernal;

Lift your songs of welcome now;

For behold, your King eternal

Comes with laurels on His brow.

Gone the sorrow and the sighing,

All the anguish and the pain;

Gone the weakness and the dying--

Choirs immortal, raise the strain:

Hallelujah! endless glory

To the King of Glory give;

Mortals, heed the gladsome story,

Christ is risen, and thou may'st live!

John Brownlie


kai ten pros upsos ouranou theian anlepsin

He mounts to where the azure shines,

Triumphant as the light;

Till, past the glowing gates, the Christ

Is lost to mortal sight.

And now, amid the bliss of heaven,

The Father's throne He shares;

And gems of radiant beauty deck

The sparkling crown He wears.

Remember, Lord, Thy promise made

When hearts in sadness pined,

And send the Comforter to soothe

The sorrows of mankind;

And as the lingering ages pass,

To teach the souls of men

That they may hail the Christ when He

In glory comes again.

All praise to Thee, Eternal God,

And to the Son be given,

Whose glory, darkly veiled on earth,

Now fills the light of heaven;

And to the Holy Comforter,

By whom our lives are blest,

Be praise, by every waiting heart,

For evermore expressed.

John Brownlie


Past the cross with all its shame,

All its grief and gloom;

Past the solitude of death

In the silent tomb:

Lo, the Victor from the strife,

Giver of Immortal life.

Stands He there on Olivet,

With an outstretched hand,

Calling His last blessing down,

On His faithful band,

Ere He mounts the azure height

Past the range of mortal sight.

Bow, ye heavens, in reverence low;

Clouds, a pathway clear;

For the Christ, who came to earth,

Mounts the glowing sphere;

Stand, ye heavenly gates, aside,

For He enters to abide.

Angels look with wondering gaze,

As their Lord draws nigher;

Why these wounded hands and feet?

And that stained attire?

Hail! the God-man from the strife,

Wins for man immortal life.

All alone, the faithful gaze

Towards the silent skies;

For the Christ hath passed beyond

Love's enquiring eyes;

But our flesh is knit to His

Where the ascended God-man is.

John Brownlie



Oh, may the Spirit of all grace

Descend and in our hearts abide,

And what of good or ill betide,

Find in them aye a resting-place.

There is no peace to mortals given,

Save when the Spirit finds His rest

Within the secret of our breast,

And there inspires the calm of heaven.

Our earthly calms a storm presage;

They whisper peace, and tempests rise;

And clouds obscure the brightest skies,

And winds and waves in tumult rage.

No storm disturbs the heavenly peace;

No whispering fills the soul with fears

As when the brooding tempest nears,

And clouds around our path increase.

'Tis lasting calm, 'tis heavenly rest:

Come, Spirit of the Living God,

And in our spirits shed abroad

The peace that makes the troubled blest.

John Brownlie


To God the Holy Ghost

Let homage due be paid,

Who, when we sorrow most,

Comes with His heavenly aid,

And speaks the word alluring, kind,

That fills with peace the anxious mind.

Then winds their raging cease,

And billows sink to rest;

Our souls repose in peace,

As child on mother's breast;

Blest Spirit! there is naught to fear,

When Thou, our Comforter, art near.

Come then, Thou gracious Guest,

Our earnest prayers ascend;

Prepare Thyself a rest,

Abide our constant Friend;

Fulfil the promise Jesus made,

When sorrow on His soul was laid.

Oh, bid our darkness flee,

And with Thy light come in;

Our souls from trouble free,

And from the thrall of sin:

Blest Spirit! condescending, come,

And make our souls Thy chosen home.

John Brownlie


Spirit of Light, Thy glory pour,

And let mine eyes Thy radiance see;

From sin's dark night my soul restore,

To dwell in light for aye with Thee.

Spirit of Love, whose heavenly wiles

Can lure the heart from meaner bonds,

Come to my life as love that smiles,

And wakens love that quick responds.

Spirit of Grace, with gifts more rare

Than all the stores of earth possess,

Now to my soul Thy riches bear,

Of pity, love, and tenderness.

Spirit of Light, and Love, and Grace,

Welcome, Thy entrance to my heart;

Take to Thyself its chiefest place,

Who of the triune Godhead art.

John Brownlie


basileu ouranie, paraklete

O King enthroned on high,

Thou Comforter Divine,

Blest Spirit of all Truth, be nigh

And make us Thine.

Yea, Thou art everywhere,

All places far or near;

Oh, listen to our humble prayer,

Be with us here!

Thou art the source of life,

Thou art our treasure-store;

Give us Thy peace, and end our strife

For evermore.

Descend, O Heavenly Dove,

Abide with us alway;

And in the fulness of Thy love

Cleanse us, we pray.

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