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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
at each time
and season.
Pouring upon
us
gently
and
generously
FRAGMENTS FROM
SOUTH UIST AND THE OUTER ISLES OF BARRA
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Glory to
thee,
thou glorious sun
Glory to
thee,
thou sun,
face of the God of
life
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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
SIXTEENTH CENTURY
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