Hirmos
(Ode VI. from the poem of Cosmas the Monk)
ναυτιῶν τῷ σὰλῳ τῶν βιωτικῶν μελημάτων
Pentecostarion, p. 190
I
Tossed on the sea of life,
And sick and sore distressed,
I lift my cry to Thee, O Lord,
Who giv’st the troubled rest.
II
There, where the waters yawn,
And cruel monsters grin,
My comrades sink to depths below,
All in a sea of sin.
III
My earnest cry I raise,
Hear Thou the prayer I make,
And from the dark abyss of death
My soul in mercy take.