Awake, our lute, the child to sing Of bride unwedded, holy maid; True Son of the Eternal King, 4Ere earth's foundations yet were laid. | Ineffable Thy counsels, Lord, Father of all, by which was born The Christ! a virgin's throes afford 8The Light of Life to world forlorn! | A Man! and yet of ages gone, And of all ages yet to come, Throughout eternity, the One 12Upholder, Perfecter, and Sum. | 71 Thyself, O Christ, art Fount of Light, Light of the Father's Light, bright Ray! Dark matter thou didst burst; and night 16To holy souls Thou turn'st to day. | Yea! Founder of the world Thou art, And moulder of each starry sphere: To earth her spurs Thou dost impart; 20While men hail Thee their Saviour dear. | For Thee his chariot Titan drives, The quenchless fount of morning light. From Thee the bull-faced moon derives 24Her power to loose the gloom of night. | By Thee the year with fruit is crowned: By Thee the flocks and herds are fed: Productive Thou dost make the ground; 28And to the poor Thou givest bread. | For Thou from Thine o'erflowing store Of grace ineffable and love, O'er surface of all worlds dost pour 32The fertile sunshine from above. | 72 And from Thy bosom forth did spring To life both light, and mind, and soul: O pity then Thine own offspring 36Imprisoned under hard control, | By mortal limbs, by flesh and blood, Coerced, and measures stern of fate: O save Thine own, Thou great and good, 40Nor let sick mind sick body hate! | Persuasion to my words nod Thou, And to my deeds such honest fame, That truth I never disavow, 44Nor Sparta1616Synesius was a native of Cyrene, which was an ancient colony of Sparta. nor Cyrene shame! | But may my soul, unbowed by grief, Draw all her nourishment from Thee, Stretching both eyes, in calm relief, 48Up to Thy light, from sorrow free! | That, cleansed from dregs of worldly soil, I may by straight course upward mount, And 'scaping from earth's care and toil, 52Be mingled with the soul's own fount! | 73 Life such of pure content and praise, Do Thou to Thy poor harper grant, While still to Thee the hymn I raise, 56And glory to the Father chant, | And Spirit,1717Here, as elsewhere, Synesius represents the Holy Spirit as seated between the Father and the Son, or holding the middle rank; cf. Ode III. l. 220; Ode IV. l. 97, in which latter place, as if to mend Synesius' theology, some sciolist has made additions contrary to the context, which additions I follow the learned editors in rejecting. In the New Testament the sacred order given in Matt. xxviii. 19, is not strictly or always followed; e. g. 2 Cor. xiii. 14, 1 Pet. i. 2, Rev. i. 4, 5. May this help to explain the difficult passage Heb. xii. 23, 24? mid-enthroned compeer, The Parent Root and Branch between! Be such on earth my bright career, 60Nor sin nor sorrow intervene; | Until, within the courts above, The travail of my soul shall cease, Still singing hymns of heavenly love 64In glory and in perfect peace. | Thee, Thee, the Fount of love, we bless, O Father, rock and strength of Thine; And Thee alike, His form express, 68And seal, all beauty, Son Divine; | 74 And Holy Breath, of both the crown, Whose quickening gifts like billows roll: Thou with the Father, send Him down 72To cheer and fertilize my soul! | |