Hymns of the Greek Church

tr. Brownlie, 1900

Chapter 45

λύπαις δ᾽ ἄστιπτος ψυχά

A Cento from Ὑμνῶμεν κοῦρον νύμφας

O may my soul, uncrushed by care,
Direct her gaze to where Thou art,
And in Thy splendour find, O Christ,
The strength of life Thou canst impart.

And freed from sin’s depressing load,
May I pursue the path divine,
And rise above the cares of earth
Until my life is merged in Thine.

Unsullied life Thy servant grant
Who tunes his harp to sound Thy praise,
And still my life shall hymn Thy love,
And glory to the Father raise.

And when I rest in glory bright,
The burden of my labour past,
In hymns I ’ll praise Thee more and more
While the eternal ages last.