Alone with none but Thee, my God,
I journey on my way;
What need I fear when Thou art near,
Oh King of night and day?
More safe am I within Thy hand
Than if a host did round me stand.
ST COLUMBA
SIXTH CENTURY
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The eye of the great God, the eye of the God of Glory the eye of the King of hosts, the eye of the King of the living, Pouring upon us
Glory to thee,
Glory to thee,
FRAGMENTS FROM SOUTH UIST AND THE OUTER ISLES OF BARRA |
gifts
It is Thou
who givest the bright sun,
together with the ice;
It is Thou
who createdst the rivers
and the salmon in the river.
That the nut-tree should be flowering,
O Christ,
it is a rare craft;
through Thy skill too
comes the kernel,
Thou fair ear of our wheat.
Though the children of Eve
ill deserve
the bird-flocks and the salmon,
it was
the Immortal One on the cross
who made
both the salmon and the birds.
It is He
who makes
the flower of the sloe grow through
the bark of the blackthorm,
and the nut-flower on the trees;
beside this,
what miracle is greater?
TADHG ÓG Ó HUIGINN
