| Hymn Texts by Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais | As |  |  |  |  |
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| Again we hail the opening morn (2) | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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| Awake, our lute, the child to sing | Synesius |
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| Come sweet harp resounding | Synesius of Cyrene |
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| I first invented in Thy praise | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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| In the Father's glory shining | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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| Lift up thyself, my soul (2) | Synesius of Cyrene |
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| Lord Jesu [Jesus], think on me (51) | Synesius of Cyrene |
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| O may my soul, uncrushed by care | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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| O! 'Tis no theme of common things | Synesius |
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| Thee, with the holy self-sprung Fount, we sing | Synesius |
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| To thee at evening gray (2) | Synesius of Cyrene |
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| To Thee, much loved, be honour paid | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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| Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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| Wake, wake, I pray thee, shrill-toned lyre! (2) | Synesius |
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| When darkness falls, and night is here (2) | Synesius of Cyrene, Bishop of Ptolemais |
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