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| Text: | Idiomela of S. John the Monk |
| Translator: | John Brownlie |
What joy of life abideth,
Without the smart of woe?
What glory lingers fadeless
Upon our world below?
All is a fleeting shadow,
And all a fitful gleam,
For death with cruel swiftness,
Dissolves the illusive dream.
O Christ a light unfailing,
A beauty lasting, rare,
Shines in Thy face to charm us,
And cheer us everywhere.
Where Thou art aye abiding,
Where we that light may see,
Grant us, O Christ our Saviour,
For evermore to be.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | What joy of life abideth |
| Title: | Idiomela of S. John the Monk |
| Greek Title: | ποία τοῦ βίου τρυφὴ διαμένει λύπης ἀμέτοχος; |
| Translator: | John Brownlie |
| Meter: | 7.6.7.6 |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1902 |
| Source: | Euchologion, p. 413 |
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