Hymns from the Greek Office Books

I

Hail, full of grace, Virgin Theotokos, Harbour of all who on the billows toss; Refuge of those who helpless seek Thy grace, Hopeless and sin-stained of our fallen race.

II

From thee the Lord Incarnate came to free Those who are held in bands of misery. Hail! Virgin Mother, for alone thou art Blessèd for ever, by each human heart.

III

Say to the Christ that strife of sin should cease, That to this world should come the bliss of peace. Hail! full of grace, Virgin to thee be praise, Now and for ever through the endless days.

Hirmos

(Ode VI. from the poem of Cosmas the Monk)

{nautiôn tô salô tôn biôtikôn melêmatôn}

Pentecostarion, p. 190

I

Tossed on the sea of life, And sick and sore distressed, I lift my cry to Thee, O Lord, Who giv'st the troubled rest.

II

There, where the waters yawn, And cruel monsters grin, My comrades