Hymns from the East Part 5

But, low in Hades' depths there shone Such light as never shone before; And prisoners saw the Light of lights, And joyed to feel their bondage o'er.

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O blessed art Thou, Christ, our Lord, For all the pain so meekly borne; The dark that hid Thee in Thy woe, Has ushered in a glorious morn.

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To Thy Cross and Resurrection, Laud and praise we humbly give; In Thy death and life immortal, We will die, and ever live.

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Christ Incarnate! by Thy Manhood, Thou to G.o.d hast brought me nigh; Christ the humble! by Thy meekness, Thou hast raised my horn on high.

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Source of life! O Christ, the anguish Borne upon the cruel tree Lifts me to the bliss abiding, Where from suffering, souls are free.

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Endless praises, bright and thankful, Christ, to Thee be ever given, By the souls in sorrow singing, By the souls redeemed in heaven.

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Light is dawning 'mong the hills, Light of light Thy beams display, All the darkness chase away, Light that dawned upon our ills.

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Dark the day the Cross was raised By the hands of cruel men; Great Thy load of sorrow then; Angel hosts were sore amazed.

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Dark the world while in the tomb, Lone in death the Saviour lay, Till the stone was rolled away, And His Rising quelled the gloom.

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Fadeless now, O Light of light, Glory of the Father, Thou, Shine upon Thy people now, Rise upon their darkest night.

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Hail rising morn! for He hath risen; Hail light that gilds the Eastern skies; For, from the bonds of darkest prison, Thy first beams saw the Christ arise.

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O merciful and gracious One!

The gates of Hades Thou hast rent, And by Thy Rising, Christ the Son, No more we lie in bondage pent.

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To-day the lips of Adam sing; Eve hails the Christ of mankind born; And patriarchs and prophets bring Their hymns to greet the wondrous morn.

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And Thine the glory, Thine the power, By glowing hearts in praise expressed; For Thine the might, this glorious hour, By which the sons of men are blessed.

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We worship, Lord, before Thee now, For great, and good, and pure art Thou.

O Christ, the G.o.d, our stumblings heal, And lead us all Thy love to feel.

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For of Thy will it pleased Thee well Here, in our flesh, with us to dwell, To bear the Cross, that we might be From Satan's servitude set free.

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Wherefore we cry aloud and praise, With thankful voice, Thy name always; For, O! our Saviour, Thou didst bring The joy that makes our souls to sing.

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Heavy laden with thy grief, Do thy tears like raindrops flow?

Christ hath all thy sorrows borne Long ago.

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See Him in the garden, p.r.o.ne, While He poured His soul to G.o.d; Then He bore affliction keen, And the rod.

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Weary, laden with thy sin, Dost thou bow beneath the load?

Cast the burden of thy woe, On thy G.o.d.

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