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Stichera for Christmas-Tide

Author: S. Anatolius Hymnal: NHEC #64 (1866) First Line: A Great and Mighty Wonder Lyrics: A great and mighty wonder! A full and holy cure! The Virgin bears the Infant, With Virgin-honour pure! The Word becomes Incarnate, And yet remains on high: And Cherubim sing anthems To shepherds from the sky. And we with them triumphant Repeat the hymn again: “To God on high be glory, And peace on earth to men!” While thus they sing your Monarch, Those bright angelic bands, Rejoice, ye vales and mountains! Ye oceans, clap your hands! Since all He comes to ransom, By all be He adored, The Infant born in Bethlehem, The Saviour and the Lord! And idol forms shall perish, And error shall decay, And CHRIST shall wield His sceptre, Our LORD and GOD for aye. Topics: Andrew of Crete, Saint Languages: English

A Song, a Song of Gladness

Author: Theodore of the Studium; John Mason Neale Hymnal: NHEC #185 (1866) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: A song, a song of gladness! A song of thanks and praise! The horn of our salvation Hath GOD vouchsafed to raise! A monarch true and faithful, And glorious in her might, To champion CHRIST’s own quarrel, And Orthodoxy’s right! Now manifest is glory; Now grace and virtue shine: Now joys the Church regaining Her ornaments divine: And girds them on in gladness, As fits a festal day, After long months of struggle, Long years of disarray. Now cries the blood for vengeance, By persecutors poured, Of them that died defending The likeness of the LORD: The likeness as a mortal That He vouchsafed to take Long years ago, in Bethlem, Incarnate for our sake. Awake, O Church, and triumph Exult, each realm and land! And open let the houses, The ascetic houses stand! And let the holy virgins With joy and song take in Their relics and their Icons, Who died this day to win! Assemble ye together So joyous and so bold, The ascetic troops, and pen them Once more within the fold! If strength again he gather, Again the foe shall fall: If counsel he shall counsel, Our GOD shall scatter all. The LORD, the LORD hath triumphed: Let all the world rejoice! Hushed is the turmoil, silent His servants’ tearful voice: And the One Faith, the True Faith, Goes forth from East to West, Enfolding, in its beauty, The earth as with a vest. They rise, the sleepless watchmen Upon the Church’s wall; With yearning supplication On GOD the LORD they call: And He, though long time silent, Bowed down a gracious ear, His people’s earnest crying And long complaint to hear. Sing, sing for joy, each desert! Exult, each realm of earth! Ye mountains, drop down sweetness! Ye hillocks, leap for mirth! For CHRIST the WORD, bestowing His blessed peace on men, In Faith’s most holy union Hath knit His Church again. The GOD of vengeance rises: And CHRIST attacks the foe, And makes His servants mighty The wicked to o’erthrow. And now Thy condescension In boldness may we hymn, And now in peace and safety Thy sacred Image limn. O LORD of loving kindness, How wondrous are Thy ways! What tongue of man suffices Thy gentleness to praise? Because of Thy dear Image Men dared Thy Saints to kill, Yet didst Thou not consume them, But bear’st their insults still. Thou Who has fixed unshaken Thy Church’s mighty frame, So that hell-gates shall never Prevail against the same;— Bestow upon Thy people Thy peace, that we may bring One voice, one hymn, one spirit, To glorify our King! Languages: English

Adam's Complaint

Author: John Mason Neale; Theophanes Hymnal: NHEC #164 (1866) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: “The LORD My Maker, forming me of clay, By His own Breath, the breath of life conveyed: O’er all the bright new world He gave me sway, A little lower than the Angels made. But Satan, using for his guile The crafty serpent’s cruel wile, Deceived me by the Tree; And severed me from GOD and grace, And wrought me death, and all my race, As long as time shall be. O Lover of the sons of men! Forgive, and call me back again! “In that same hour I lost the glorious stole Of innocence, that GOD’s own Hands had made; And now, the tempter poisoning all my soul, I sit, in fig leaves and in skins arrayed: I sit condemned, distressed, forsaken; Must till the ground whence I was taken By labour’s daily sweat. But Thou, That shalt hereafter come, The Offspring of a Virgin-womb, Have pity on me yet! O turn on me those gracious eyes, And call me back to Paradise! “O glorious Paradise! O lovely clime! O GOD-built mansion! joy of every Saint! Happy remembrance to all coming time! Whisper, with all thy leaves, in cadence faint, One prayer to Him Who made them all, One prayer for Adam in his fall!— That He, Who formed thy gates of yore, Would bid those gates unfold once more That I had closed by sin: And let me taste that holy Tree That giveth immortality To them that dwell therein: Or have I fallen so far from grace That mercy hath for me no place?” Adam sat right against the Eastern gate, By many a storm of sad remembrance tossed; “O me! so ruined by the serpent’s hate! O me! so glorious once, and now so lost! So mad that bitter lot to choose! Beguiled of all I had to lose! Must I then, gladness of my eyes,— Must I then leave thee, Paradise, And as an exile go? And must I never cease to grieve How once my GOD, at cool of eve, Came down to walk below? O Merciful! on Thee I call: O Pitiful! forgive my fall!” Languages: English

After Three Days Thou Didst Rise

Author: John Mason Neale; Joseph of the Studium Hymnal: NHEC #209 (1866) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: After three days Thou didst rise Visible to mortal eyes: First the Eleven worshipped Thee,— Then the rest in Galilee: Then a cloud in glory bore Thee to Thine own native shore. Boldly David poured the strain: GOD ascends to Heav’n again: With the trumpet’s pealing note Alleluias round Him float; As He now, by hard-won right, Seeks the Fount of purest Light! Crime on crime, and grief on grief, Left the world without relief: Now that aged, languid race, GOD hath quickened by His grace: As Thy going up we see, Glory to Thy Glory be! Darkness and awe, when Sinai’s top he trod, Taught him of faltering tongue the Law of GOD: The mist was scattered from his spirit’s eye, He praised and hymned the Maker of the sky, When He That is and was and shall be, passed by. Languages: English

And Wilt Thou Pardon, Lord

Author: John Mason Neale; Joseph of the Studium Hymnal: NHEC #204 (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: And wilt Thou pardon, LORD, A sinner such as I? Although Thy book his crimes record Of such a crimson dye? So deep are they engraved,— So terrible their fear, The righteous scarcely shall be saved, And where shall I appear? My soul, make all things known To Him Who all things sees: That so the LAMB may yet atone For thine iniquities. O Thou Physician blest, Make clean my guilty soul! And me, by many a sin oppressed, Restore, and keep me whole! I know not how to praise Thy mercy and Thy love: But deign Thy servant to upraise, And I shall learn above! Languages: English

The Cross

Author: John Mason Neale; Methodius I Hymnal: NHEC #193 (1866) Meter: 7.7.6.6.3 First Line: Are thy toils and woes increasing Lyrics: Are thy toils and woes increasing? Are the Foe’s attacks unceasing? Look with Faith unclouded, Gaze with eyes unshrouded, On the Cross! Dost thou fear that strictest trial? Tremblest thou at CHRIST’s denial? Never rest without it, Clasp thine hands about it, —That dear Cross. Diabolic legions press thee? Thoughts and works of sin distress thee? It shall chase all terror, It shall right all error, That sweet Cross! Draw’st thou nigh to Jordan’s river? Should’st thou tremble? Need’st thou quiver? No! if by it lying,— No! if on it dying,— On the Cross! Say then,—“Master, while I cherish That sweet hope, I cannot perish! After this life’s story, Give Thou me the glory For the Cross!” Topics: Joseph of the Studium, Saint Languages: English

Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid

Author: John Mason Neale; Stephen the Sabaite, 725-794 Hymnal: NHEC #242 (1866) Meter: 8.5.8.3 Lyrics: Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? “Come to me”—saith One—“and coming, Be at rest!” Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide? “In His Feet and Hands are Wound-prints, And His Side.” Is there Diadem, as Monarch, That His Brow adorns? “Yea, a Crown, in very surety, But of Thorns!” If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here? “Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear.” If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? “Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past!” If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? “Not till earth, and not till Heaven Pass away!” Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless? “Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins, Answer, Yes!” Languages: English

As Jonah, Issuing from His Three Days' Tomb

Author: John Mason Neale; Cosmas, the Melodist Hymnal: NHEC #141 (1866) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: As Jonah, issuing from his three days’ tomb, At length was cast, uninjured, on the earth; So, from the Virgin’s unpolluted womb The Incarnate WORD, That dwelt there, had His Birth: For He, Who knew no taint of mortal stain, Willed that His Mother spotless should remain. CHRIST comes, Incarnate GOD, amongst us now, Begotten of the FATHER ere the day: And He, to Whom the sinless legions bow, Lies cradled, ‘midst unconscious beasts on hay: And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in, Looses the many fetters of our sin. Now the New Child of Adam’s race draws nigh, To us, the faithful, given: This, this is He That shall the Father of Eternity, The Angel of the Mighty Counsel, be: This the eternal GOD, by Whose strong hands The fabric of the world supported stands. Languages: English

By Fruit, the Ancient Foe's Device

Author: John Mason Neale; Germanicus, 634-734 Hymnal: NHEC #87 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: By fruit, the ancient Foe’s device Drave Adam forth from Paradise: CHRIST, by the cross of shame and pain, Brought back the dying Thief again: “When in Thy kingdom, LORD,” said he, “Thou shalt return, remember me!” Thy Holy Passion we adore And Resurrection evermore: With heart and voice to Thee on high, As Adam and the Thief we cry: “When in Thy kingdom Thou shalt be “Victor o’er all things, think of me!” Thou, after three appointed days, Thy Body’s Temple didst upraise: And Adam’s children, one and all, With Adam, to New Life didst call: “When Thou,” they cry, “shalt Victor be “In that Thy kingdom, think of me!” Early, O CHRIST, to find Thy Tomb, The weeping Ointment-bearers come: The Angel, clothed in white, hath said, “Why seek the LIVING with the dead? “The LORD of Life hath burst death’s chain, “Whom here ye mourn and seek in vain.” The Apostles, on Thy Vision bent, To that appointed mountain went: And there they worship when they see, And there the message comes from Thee, That every race beneath the skies They should disciple and baptize. We praise the FATHER, GOD on High, The Holy SON we magnify: Nor less our praises shall adore The HOLY GHOST, for evermore; This grace, Blest TRINITY, we crave; Thy suppliant servants hear and save. Topics: John Damascene, Saint Languages: English

Christ is Born! Tell Forth His Fame!

Author: John Mason Neale; Cosmas, the Melodist Hymnal: NHEC #130 (1866) Meter: 7.7.7.11.11.8 Lyrics: CHRIST is born! Tell forth His fame! CHRIST from Heaven! His love proclaim! CHRIST on earth! Exalt His Name! Sing to the LORD, O world, with exultation! Break forth in glad thanksgiving, every nation! For He hath triumphed gloriously! Man, in GOD’s own Image made, Man, by Satan’s wiles betrayed, Man, on whom corruption preyed, Shut out from hope of life and of salvation, Today CHRIST maketh him a new creation, For He hath triumphed gloriously! For the Maker, when His foe, Wrought the creature death and woe, Bowed the Heav’ns, and came below, And in the Virgin’s womb His dwelling making Became true man, man’s very nature taking For He hath triumphed gloriously! He, the Wisdom, WORD, and Might, GOD, and SON, and Light of light, Undiscovered by the sight Of earthly monarch, or infernal spirit, Incarnate was, that we might Heav’n inherit; For He hath triumphed gloriously! Languages: English