I

When the morn comes o'er the hills
Bringing life, and light, and gladness,
Scattering our night-born ills,
Banishing our fear and sadness;
Christ of God, Thou Light of light,
Banish then our inward night.

II

Ah! our spirits pine and die
In the chill of night that binds us;
And we cannot see Thee nigh
For the dark that inly blinds us;
Morning Star, in beauty shine,
Let us see Thy light benign.

III

On our minds Thy peace bestow,
Let no cruel blast distress us,
Ever onward as we go,
May no crushing load oppress us;
Light of light, when night is near,
Give Thy peace, and banish fear.

IV

When the noontide all ablaze
Fills the heaven with light supernal,
And we dwell with glad amaze
In the bliss of the Eternal;
Light that cheered my life below,
Still Thy joy and peace bestow.

{hagios athanatos, to parakleton Pneuma}

I

The promise which the Saviour made
When His disciples sorrowed most,
That He would send to comfort them
The life inspiring Holy Ghost,
Found its fulfilment when they met
Upon the hallowed Pentecost.

II

And ever through the linked years,
From then till now the Gift is sure;
And they who sorrow for their sin,
Or trial's bitter pangs endure,
And they who mourn, and they who weep,
Find in the Gift a peace secure.

III

Vainly we mourn our absent Lord,
If Thou, the Comforter be near;
For it is Thine to take of His,
And make us feel that He is here;
We still may joy when others grieve,
And hope when threatening clouds appear.

IV

Come, Holy Ghost, with us reside,
Let Thy sweet presence calm our soul;
And make us strong to fight and win,
And all our wayward wills control;
To give us comfort when we weep,
And bind our hearts, and make them whole.

{didou paramythian tois doulois sou}

I

When sorrow's clouds are circling near,
And minds are charged with doubt and fear;
When sun nor moon nor s