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The third period of Greek Hymnology opens with its most
voluminous writer, S. Joseph of the Studium. A Sicilian by birth, he
left his native country on its occupation by the Mahometans in 830, and
went to Thessalonica, where he embraced the monastic life. Thence he
removed to Constantinople, but, in the second Iconoclastic persecution,
he seems to have felt no vocation for confessorship, and went to Rome.
Taken by pirates, he was for some years a slave in Crete, where he
converted many to the Faith; and having obtained his liberty, and
returned to the Imperial City, he stood high in the favour, first
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The Sunday before Septuagesima, and Septuagesima itself are, respectively, in the Greek Church, the Sunday of the Pharisee and Publican,--and the Sunday of the Prodigal Son,--those parables forming the Gospel for the day, and serving for the key-note to the offices. The following Troparia are from the Canon at Lauds on Septuagesima. (Ode VI. and Ode VIII. Trop. 2, 3.)
8,8,8,8,8,8
buqoV amarthmatwn.
The abyss of many a former sin Encloses me, and bars me in: Like billows my transgressions roll: Be Thou the Pilot of my soul; And to Salvation's harbour bring, Thou Saviour and Thou glorious King! | |
My Father's heritage abused, Wasted by lust, by sin misused; To shame and want and misery brought, The slave to many a fruitless thought, I cry to Thee, Who lovest men, O pity and receive again! | |
In hunger now,--no more possessed Of that my portion bright and blest, The exile and the alien see Who yet would fain return to Thee. And save me, LORD, who seek to raise To Thy dear love the hymn of praise! | |
With that blest thief my prayer I make, Remember for Thy mercy's sake! With that poor publican I cry, Be merciful, O GOD Most High! With that lost Prodigal I fain Back to my home would turn again! | |
Mourn, mourn, my soul, with earnest care, And raise to CHRIST the contrite prayer:-- O Thou, Who freely wast made poor, My sorrows and my sins to cure, Me, poor of all good works, embrace, Enriching with Thy boundless grace! |
[In Mr. Young's book. Melody of Vater unser im Himmelreich: harmonized by Ch. H. Pink. A striking melody.]