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SONGS OF THE CHRISTIAN CREED.

THE ANGEL SONG.

Morning Hymn.

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LORY be to God on high,

Peace on earth, to men good will;

Thee we praise and glorify,

Bless, and thank, and worship still.

Thou art clothed in glory great,
Homage, Lord, to Thee we bring,
Swaying worlds Thou didst create,
God and Father, Heavenly King;

And to Thee, God's only Son,
Jesus, the Incarnate Word;
And to Thee, O Blessed One,
Holy Spirit, God and Lord.

Lamb of God, Eternal Son!
Thou that takest sins away,

Sins that have the world undone,
Pitying hear us when we pray.

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Ὁ αἴρων τὰς ἁμαρτίας τοῦ κόσμου,
Πρόσδεξαι τὴν δέησιν ἡμῶν.

Ο καθήμενος ἐν δεξιᾷ τοῦ πατρὸς,
Ἐλέησον ἡμᾶς.

Ὅτι σὺ εἶ μόνος ἅγιος,

Σὺ εἶ μόνος κύριος,
Ιησούς Χριστός,

Εἰς δόξαν Θεοῦ πατρός.—Αμήν.

Primo aut secundo saeculo.

ὝΜΝΟΣ ΕΣΠΕΡΙΝΟΣ.

Φῶς ἱλαρὸν ἁγίας δόξης,

̓Αθανάτου πατρὸς οὐρανίου,

̔Αγίου, μάκαρος,

Ἰησοῦ Χριστέ,

Ἐλθόντες ἐπὶ τὴν ἡλίου δύσιν,

Ἰδόντες φῶς ἑσπερινὸν,

Ὑμνοῦμεν πατέρα καὶ ὑιὸν

Καὶ ἅγιον πνεῦμα Θεόν.

Αξιος εἶ ἐν πᾶσι

Καιροῖς ὑμνεῖσθαι φωναῖς

Ὁσίαις, ὑιὲ Θεοῦ,

Ζωὴν ὁ διδοὺς, διὸ

Ο κόσμος σε δοξάζει.

Primo aut secundo saeculo.

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Thou that takest sins away,

Sins which have the world undone,
Mercy grant us when we pray,

Hear us from Thy Father's throne.

Jesus! Thou art Lord alone,

Holy in Thy works and ways;
For Thou art the anointed One,
To the Eternal Father's praise.

First or Second Century.

EVENING HYMN.

HOLY Jesus! Blessed Light,

Beaming with the likeness bright

Of the Father, who on high
Reigns immortal in the sky.

As we watch the setting sun,
Seeing dusky eve begun,
Father, Son and Spirit! we
Lift our even-song to Thee.

Thou art worthy to receive,
Evermore at morn and eve,
Hymns of praise ascending high,
Voiced and winged with melody.

Son of God all praise be Thine,
Thou impartest life divine;
Therefore all the world will raise
Songs of glory to Thy praise.

First or Second Century.

Huc vota tendunt cordium;
Infirma sed tardat caro;
Quae ducit ad Te, da sequi
Dux ipse Jesu, semitam.

E. BREVIARIO PARISIENSI.

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TO THE FATHER.

I believe in God the Father.

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HOU needest not our feeble praise;
Yet with a Father's love,

Delightest when Thy children cry
For mercy from above.

Let the deep silence of the night,
Sing of Thy searchless ways;
Let morn and midday as they shine,
Thy brighter mercy praise.

Beneath these mighty wonders, Lord!
Our hearts, our tongues, are stilled;
Yet Love knows not to hold her peace,
And all her heart is thrilled:

Then let her burst into a song!
And claim a Father's love,
To hide us in this evil day,
And point to realms above.

Thither, though flesh and heart are weak,
Our souls' desires ascend:

Jesus! O be Thyself our Guide,

Who art our Way and End.

PARIS BREVIARY.