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