Hymns of the Greek Church

αὐτὸς φῶς εἶ παγαῖον

Cento from ϓμνῶμεν κοῦρον νύμφας

IIn the Father’s glory shining,Jesus, Light of light art Thou;Sordid night before Thee fleeth, —On our souls Thou’rt falling now.IIFramer of the world, we hail Thee!Thou didst mould the stars of night;Earth to life Thou dost awaken,Saviour Thou, of glorious might!III’Tis Thy hand that guides the chariotWhen the sun illumes the skies,And the dark of night relaxesWhen Thou bidst the moon arise.IVAt Thy word the harvest ripens,Flocks and herds their pasture find;Earth gives bread to feed the hungry,For the hand of God is kind.VMay my soul, her want perceiving,Turn her gaze to where Thou art,And in all Thy fulness find TheeFood to satisfy the heart.

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Habakkuk ii. 1.