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Awaked from sleep we fall
before thee, God of love,
and chant the praise the angels raise,
O God of might, above:
Holy, Holy, Holy! Thou art God adored!
In thy pitying mercy show us mercy, Lord.
As at thy call I rise,
shine on this mind and heart,
and touch my tongue, that I among
thy choir may take my part:
Holy, Holy, Holy! Trinity adored!
In thy pitying mercy show me mercy, Lord.
The Judge will come with speed,
and each man's deeds be known;
our trembling cry shall rise on high
at midnight to thy throne:
Holy, Holy, Holy! King of Saints adored!
In the hour of judgement show us mercy, Lord.
Greek, trans. Robert Maude Moorsom (1831-1911)