

Hymns of the Eastern Church, by J.M. Neale, [1884], at sacred-texts.com
Canon for Apocreos
by Theodore of the Studium
Ὁ Κύριος ἔρχεται.
The Lord draws nigh, the righteous Throne's Assessor,
 The just to save, to punish the transgressor:
         Weep we, and mourn, and pray,
         Regardful of that day;
 When all the secrets of all hearts shall be
 Lit with the blaze of full eternity.
Clouds and thick darkness o’er the Mount assembling,
 Moses beheld the Eternal's glory, trembling:
         And yet he might but see
         God's feebler Majesty. p. 182
 And I—I needs must view His fullest Face:
 O spare me, Lord! O take me to Thy grace!
David of old beheld, in speechless terror,
 The session of the Judge—the doom of error:
         And what have I to plead
         For mercy in my need?
 Nothing save this: O grant me yet to be,
 Ere that day come, renewed and true to Thee!
Here, fires of deep damnation roar and glitter:
 The worm is deathless, and the cup is bitter:
         There, day that hath no morrow,
         And joy that hath no sorrow:
 And who so blest that he shall fly the abyss,
 Rais’d up to God'S Right Hand, and speechless bliss!
My soul with many an act of sin is wounded:
 With mortal weakness is my frame surrounded: p. 183
         My life is well nigh o’er:
         The Judge is at the door
 How wilt thou, miserable spirit, fare,
 What time He sends His summons through the air?