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Yesterday, with exultation

Author: John Mason Neale; Adam of St. Victor Hymnal: NHEC #E1 (1866) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Yesterday, with exultation Joined the world in celebration Of her promised Saviour’s birth: Yesterday the Angel nation Poured the strains of jubilation O’er the Monarch born on earth. But today, o’er death victorious, By his faith and actions glorious, By his miracles renowned, Dared the Deacon Protomartyr Earthly life for Heav’n to barter, Faithful midst the faithless found. Forward, champion, in thy quarrel! Certain of a certain laurel, Holy Stephen, persevere! Perjured witnesses confounding, Satan’s Synagogue astounding By thy doctrine true and clear. Lo! in Heav’n thy Witness liveth; Bright and faithful proof He giveth Of His Martyr’s full success: Thou by name a Crown impliest; Meetly then in pangs thou diest For the Crown of Righteousness! For a crown that fadeth never, Bear the torturer’s brief endeavour, Victory waits to end the strife. Death shall be thy birth’s beginning, And life’s losing be the winning Of a true and better life. Whom the HOLY GHOST endueth, Whom celestial light imbueth, Stephen penetrates the skies: There GOD’s fullest glory viewing, There his victor strength renewing, For his near reward he sighs. See, as Jewish foes invade thee, See, how JESUS stands to aid thee: Stands, to guard His champion’s death! Cry that opened Heav’n is shown thee: Cry that JESUS waits to own thee: Cry it with thy latest breath! As the dying Martyr kneeleth, For his murderers he appealeth, And his prayer their pardon sealeth, For their madness grieving sore; Then to CHRIST he sleepeth sweetly, Who His pattern kept completely, And with CHRIST he reigneth meetly, Martyr first-fruits, evermore! Languages: English

Exult, ye Gentiles! mourn, ye Hebrews!

Author: John Mason Neale; Andrew of Crete, c. 660-732 Hymnal: NHEC #E3 (1866) Meter: 10.6.6.10.8.10 Lyrics: Exult, ye Gentiles! mourn, ye Hebrews! CHRIST, Giver of Life, hath burst The fetters of the Tomb: And raised the dead again, and healed the sick. This is our GOD, Who giveth health To every soul believing on His Name. Marvel of marvels! Thou, O LORD, didst turn The water into wine, As once Thou spak’st the word To Egypt’s river, and forthwith ‘twas blood. All praise to Thee, O LORD, Who now By laying down Thy glory, man renew’st! O overflowing stream of truest life, Our Resurrection, LORD! Thou for our sakes didst toil, Thou for our sakes—so Nature willed—didst thirst: And resting Thee by Sichar’s well, Of the Samaritan didst seek to drink. Thou blessest bread, Thou multipliest fish, Incomprehensible! Thou freely feed’st the crowd, And givest Wisdom’s spring to thirsting men. Thou art our SAVIOUR, O our GOD! Giver of Life to them that trust in Thee! Three co-eternal, co-enthroned, I laud: The unbegotten SIRE, And Co-existant SON, And SPIRIT, co-eternal with the Twain: Tri-hypostatic Essence! One In might and majesty and Godhead sole. Mother of GOD! Thou only didst contain The Uncontainable; And brought’st the Infant forth, Ineffable in Thy Virginity. Hence without ceasing, O most pure, Vouchsafe to call down blessing on Thy flock! Thou turned’st the sea to land, when Thou didst whelm Pharoah and all his host, His chariot and his horse: And ledd’st Thy people to the Holy Mount. Sing we, said they, to Thee our GOD, Mighty in War, this Ode of Victory! Topics: Germanus, Saint Languages: English

In Bethlehem is He Born

Author: Anatolius; John Mason Neale Hymnal: NHEC #E2 (1866) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: In Bethlehem is He born, Maker of all things, everlasting GOD! He opens Eden’s gate, Monarch of Ages! Thence the fiery sword Gives glorious passage; thence That severing mid-wall overthrown, the Powers Of earth and Heav’n are one: Angels and men renew their ancient league, The pure rejoin the pure In happy union! Now the Virgin-womb, Like some cherubic throne, Containeth Him, the Uncontainable: Bears Him, Who while they bear The Seraphs tremble: bears Him, as He comes To shower upon the world The fulness of His everlasting love. Languages: English

Fierce Was the Wild Billow

Author: John Mason Neale; Anatolius Hymnal: NHEC #57 (1866) Meter: 6.4.6.4 Lyrics: Fierce was the wild billow; Dark was the night; Oars laboured heavily; Foam glimmered white; Trembled the mariners; Peril was nigh; Then said the GOD of GOD, —“Peace! It is I!” Ridge of the mountain-wave, Lower thy crest! Wail of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest! Sorrow can never be,— Darkness must fly,— Where saith the Light of Light, —“Peace! It is I!” 58 Jesu, Deliverer! Come Thou to me: Soothe Thou my voyaging Over Life’s sea! Thou, when the storm of Death Roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of Truth! —“Peace! It is I!” Languages: English

The Day is Past and Over

Author: John Mason Neale; Anatolius Hymnal: NHEC #59 (1866) Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.8 Lyrics: The day is past and over; All thanks, O LORD, to Thee! I pray Thee, that offenceless The hours of dark may be. O Jesu! keep me in Thy sight, And save me through the coming night! The joys of day are over: I lift my heart to Thee; And call on Thee, that sinless The hours of sin may be. O Jesu! make their darkness light, And save me through the coming night! The toils of day are over: I raise the hymn to Thee; And ask that free from peril The hours of fear may be. O Jesu! keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming night! Lighten mine eyes, O SAVIOUR, Or sleep in death shall I, And he, my wakeful tempter, Triumphantly shall cry: “He could not make their darkness light, Nor guard them through the hours of night!” Be Thou my soul’s preserver, O GOD! for Thou dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go: Lover of men! O hear my call, And guard and save me from them all! Languages: English

The Lord and King of All Things

Author: John Mason Neale; Anatolius Hymnal: NHEC #62 (1866) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: The LORD and King of all things But yesterday was born: And Stephen’s glorious offering His birthtide shall adorn. No pearls of orient splendour, No jewels can he show; But with his own true heart’s-blood His shining vestments glow. Come, ye that love the Martyrs, And pluck the flow’rs of song, And weave them in a garland For this our suppliant throng; And cry,—O thou that shinest In grace’s brighest ray, CHRIST’s valiant Protomartyr, For peace and favour pray! Thou first of all Confessors, Thou of all Deacons crown, Of every following athlete The glory and renown: Make supplication, standing Before CHRIST’s Royal Throne, That He would give the kingdom, And for our sins atone! Topics: Adam of St. Victor Languages: English

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

O the Mystery, Passing Wonder

Author: John Mason Neale; Andrew of Crete(c. 660-732) Hymnal: NHEC #73 (1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: O the mystery, passing wonder, When, reclining at the board, “Eat,” Thou saidst to Thy Disciples, “That True Bread with quickening stored: “Drink in faith the healing Chalice “From a dying GOD outpoured.” Then the glorious upper chamber A celestial tent was made, When the bloodless rite was offered, And the soul’s true service paid, And the table of the feasters As an altar stood displayed. CHRIST is now our mighty pascha, Eaten for our mystic bread: Take we of His broken Body, Drink we of the Blood He shed, As a lamb led out to slaughter, And for this world offered. To the Twelve spake Truth eternal, To the Branches spake the Vine: “Never more from this day Shall I taste again this wine, Till I drink it in the kingdom Of My FATHER, and with Mine.” Thou hast stretched those hands for silver That had held the immortal Food; With the lips that late had tasted Of the Body and the Blood, Thou hast given the kiss, O Judas; Thou hast heard the woe bestowed. CHRIST to all the world gives banquet On that most celestial Meat: Him, albeit with lips all earthly, Yet with holy hearts we greet: Him, the sacrificial Pascha, Priest and Victim all complete. Languages: English

Jesus, Hastening for the World to Suffer

Author: John Mason Neale; Andrew of Crete, c. 660-732 Hymnal: NHEC #76 (1866) Meter: 10.9.10.9 Lyrics: Jesus, hastening for the world to suffer, Enters in, Jerusalem, to thee: With His Twelve He goeth forth to offer That free sacrifice He came to be. They that follow Him with true affection Stand prepared to suffer for His Name: Be we ready then for man’s rejection, For the mockery, the reproach, the shame. Now, in sorrow, sorrow finds its healing: In the form wherein our father fell, CHRIST appears, those quick’ning Wounds revealing, Which shall save from sin and death and hell. Now, Judaea, call thy Priesthood nigh thee! Now for Deicide prepare thy hands! Lo! thy Monarch, meek and gentle by thee! Lo! the Lamb and Shepherd in thee stands! To thy Monarch, Salem, give glad greeting! Willingly He hastens to be slain For the multitude His entrance meeting With their false Hosanna’s ceaseless strain. “Blest is He That comes,” they cry, “On the Cross for man to die!” Scripture: Luke 1:26-47 Languages: English

Whence Shall My Tears Begin?

Author: John Mason Neale; Andrew of Crete, c. 660-732 Hymnal: NHEC #78 (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6.10.10 Lyrics: Whence shall my tears begin? What first-fruits shall I bear Of earnest sorrow for my sin? Or how my woes declare? O Thou! the Merciful and Gracious One Forgive the foul transgressions I have done. With Adam I have vied, Yea, passed him, in my fall; And I am naked now, by pride And lust made bare of all; Of Thee, O GOD, and that Celestial Band, And all the glory of the Promised Land. No earthly Eve beguiled My body into sin: A spiritual temptress smiled, Concupiscence within: Unbridled Passion grasped the unhallowed sweet: Most bitter—ever bitter—was the meat. If Adam’s righteous doom, Because he dared transgress Thy one decree, lost Eden’s bloom And Eden’s loveliness: What recompence, O LORD, must I expect, Who all my life Thy quickening laws neglect? By mine own act, like Cain, A murderer was I made: By mine own act my soul was slain, When Thou wast disobeyed: And lusts each day are quickened, warring still Against Thy grace with many a deed of ill. Thou formed’st me of clay, O Heav’nly Potter! Thou In fleshly vesture didst array, With life and breath endow. Thou Who didst make, didst ransom, and dost know To Thy repentant creature pity show! My guilt for vengeance cries; But yet Thou pardonest all, And whom Thou lov’st Thou dost chastise, And mourn’st for them that fall: Thou, as a Father, mark’st our tears and pain, And welcomest the prodigal again. I lie before Thy door, O turn me not away! Nor in mine old age give me o’er To Satan for a prey! But ere the end of life and term of grace, Thou Merciful! my many sins efface! The Priest beheld, and passed The way he had to go: A careless glance the Levite cast, And left me to my woe: But Thou, O JESU, Mary’s Son, console, Draw nigh, and succour me, and make me whole! Thou Spotless Lamb divine, Who takest sins away, Remove, remove, the load that mine Upon my conscience lay: And, of Thy tender mercy, grant Thou me To find remission of iniquity Languages: English