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4084. Lift Up Thyself, My Soul

1. Lift up thyself, my soul,
Above this world’s control!
Spend and be spent in holy hymns of praise.
Be armed with pure desire,
Burn with celestial fire;
Unto the King of kings our voice we raise;
To Him a crown we weave, and bring
A sacrifice of words, a bloodless offering.

2. Thee on the troubled deep,
Thee o’er the islands steep,
Thee through the mighty continents of land,
Thee in the city’s throng,
Or mountain tops along,
Or when in celebrated plains I stand,
Thee, Thee, O blessèd One, I sing,
Thee, Thee, O Father of the world, eternal King!

3. Thy praise I hymn by night,
Thy praise at morning light,
Thy praise by day, Thy praise at eventide.
This know the hoary stars,
And moon with silver bars,
And chiefly He that doth on high preside
O’er all the host of Heav’n, the sun
Who measuring time for holy souls his course doth run.

4. O mind immutable!
O light inscrutable!
Thine is the eye that guides the lightning fire,
In Thee the ages live,
Thou dost their limits give,
Who can Thy praises reach, eternal Sire?
Thou art beyond the dreams of men;
Beyond the reach of mind, or highest angel’s ken.

5. O’er all Thy rule is spread,
The living and the dead;
To minds that be, the parent mind Thou art;
All Heav’n Thou dost control,
Thou nourishest the soul,
And dost to spirit energy impart,
The spring Thou art whence all things flow;
And from eternity the root whence all things grow.

Text Information
First Line: Lift up thyself, my soul
Title: Lift Up Thyself, My Soul
Greek Title: Αγε μοι ψυχα
Author: Synesius of Cyrene
Translator (from Greek): Al­len W. Chat­field
Meter: 12.10.12.10.8.12
Language: English
Source: Ode III; Songs and Hymns of Ear­li­est Greek Chris­tian Po­ets, 1876
Copyright: Public Domain
Notes: Ded­i­cat­ed to his “own be­lov­ed Li­bya,” on his re­turn from the court of Ar­ca­di­us.
Tune Information
Name: FESTUBURT
Composer: Al­fred Herbert Brew­er (1916)
Meter: 12.10.12.10.8.12
Key: G Major
Source: Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1916
Copyright: Public Domain



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