Hymns of the Eastern Church, by J.M. Neale, [1884], at sacred-texts.com
Hymns of the Eastern Church, by J.M. Neale, [1884], at sacred-texts.com
by S. Theophanes
At this period of the year the weeks are named, not from the Sundays that precede, but from those that follow them. Quinquagesima is termed Tyrophagus, because up to that time, but not beyond, cheese is allowed. The Friday previous is appropriated to the Commemoration of All Holy Ascetes; in order, as the Synaxarion says, that, by the remembrance of their conflict, we may be invigorated for the race that is set before us.
Δεῦτε ἃπαντες πιστοί.
Hither, and with one accord,
Sing the servants of the Lord:
Sing each great ascetic sire:—
Anthony shall lead the choir: p. 161
Let Euthymius next him stand;
Then in order all the band.
Make we joyous celebration
Of their heavenly conversation;
Of their glory, how they rise,
Like another Paradise;
These the trees our God hath plac’d,
Trees, with fruit immortal grac’d;
Bringing forth, for Christ on high,
Flowers of Life that cannot die;
With the sweetness that they fling
Mortal spirits nourishing.
Filled with God, and ever blest,
For our pardon make request!
Egypt, hail, thou faithful strand!
Hail, thou holy Libyan land!
Nurturing for the realm on high
Such a glorious company! p. 162
They by many a toil intense,
Chastity and continence,
Perfect men to God upreared,
Stars to guide us have appeared:
They, by many a glorious sign,
Many a beam of Power Divine,
To the earth's remotest shore
Far and wide their radiance pour.
Holy Fathers, bright and blest,
For our pardon make request!
By what skill of mortal tongue
Shall your wondrous acts be sung?
All the conflicts of the soul,
All your struggles towards the goal;
And your virtues' prize immense,
And your victories over sense,
How perpetual watch ye kept
Over passion, prayed and wept: p. 163
Yea, every angels came,
Visible in earthly frame,
And with Satan girt for fight
Utterly o’erthrew his might.
Fam’d for signs and wonders rare,
Join to ours, great Saints, your prayer:
Ask that we, ye ever blest,
May attain the Land of Rest!