John Brownlie (trans.) · 42 of 55
Idiomela of S. John the Monk
ποία τοῦ βίου τρυφὴ διαμένει λύπης ἀμέτοχος;
I What joy of life , Without the smart of woe? What glory lingers fadeless Upon our world below?
II All is a fleeting shadow, And all a fitful gleam, For death with cruel swiftness, Dissolves the illusive dream.
III O Christ a light unfailing, A beauty lasting, rare, Shines in Thy face to charm us, And cheer us everywhere.
IV Where Thou art aye abiding, Where we that light may see, Grant us, O Christ our Saviour, For evermore to be.
