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lupais d' astiptos psucha

A Cento from Humnomen kouron numphas

I

O may my soul, uncrushed by care,

Direct her gaze to where Thou art,

And in Thy splendour find, O Christ,

The strength of life Thou canst impart.

II

And freed from sin's depressing load,

May I pursue the path divine,

And rise above the cares of earth

Until my life is merged in Thine.

III

Unsullied life Thy servant grant

Who tunes his harp to sound Thy praise,

And still my life shall hymn Thy love,

And glory to the Father raise.

IV

And when I rest in glory bright,

The burden of my labour past,

In hymns I'll praise Thee more and more

While the eternal ages last.