Hymns from the East Part 7

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"Can you not watch one hour?" He saith, "My soul is sorrowful to death."

But He alone the vigil kept, While worn disciples slumbering slept.

III

O dark the cloud that threatening hung, And sore the grief His soul that wrung,-- The hate of man, the guilty name, The bitter Cross, the sin and shame.

IV

"If I must drink this cup," He prayed, "The burden bear upon me laid, My G.o.d, I bow Me to Thy will, And meekly Thy behest fulfil."

V

My soul, when to the garden led, And clouds are gathering overhead, When none the hour of anguish shares, To G.o.d direct thy earnest prayers.

VI

"Thy will be done, Thy will is best,-- Even then the bitter cup is blest,-- If 'tis Thy will the cup I'll drain, Despite the agony of pain."

PENTECOST

{Ergo, hos palai tois mathetais epengeilo.}

I

Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came, In fiery tongues of living flame; And men were moved to spread abroad, The Wisdom of th' Incarnate G.o.d.

II

And nations heard the truth, and gave Their souls to Him who came to save; And toiling in their sins, arose The power of Satan to oppose.

III

Even as Thou saidst; the Spirit's power Came at the Pentecostal hour, And drooping souls with zeal were fired, And felt the life that power inspired.

IV

Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit's voice Spake to dull hearts, and bade rejoice; And men that dwelt in sorrow's night, Felt hope awake as morning light.

V

Even as Thou saidst; His power can still Our empty lives to fulness fill; Can charge with hope, with zeal inspire, And kindle life, and light, and fire.

VI

Even as Thou saidst!--O Spirit, come, Make with Thy people here Thy home; In all their need Thy gifts supply, And Christ our Lord still glorify.

I

O 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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

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.

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'Tis lasting calm, 'tis heavenly rest; Come, Spirit of the Living G.o.d, And in our spirits shed abroad The peace that makes the troubled blest.

COMMUNION

I

Let Thy Blood in mercy poured, Let thy gracious Body broken, Be to me, O gracious Lord Of Thy boundless love the token; Thou didst give Thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee.

II

Thou didst die that I might live;-- Blessed Lord Thou cam'st to save me; All that love of G.o.d could give, Jesus by His sorrows gave me;-- Thou didst give Thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee.

III

By the thorns that crowned Thy brow, By the spear wound and the nailing; By the pain and death I now Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing; Thou didst give Thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee.