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1 Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best thought in the day and the night, Waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light.
2 Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word, I ever with Thee, and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son, Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
3 Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight; Be thou my armour, and be Thou my might;
Thou my soul's shelter, and Thou my high tower: Raise Thou me heav’n-ward, O power of my power.
4 Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise: Thou mine inheritance, through all my days;
Thou and Thou only, the first in my heart; High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art.
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5 High King of heaven, when battle is done,
Grant heaven’s joys to me, bright heaven’s Sun!
Christ of my own heart, whatever be-fall, Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
Rop tú mo baile, a Choindiu cride (Irish, 8th century) translated by Mary Elizabeth Byrne (1880–1931) versified by Eleanor Henrietta Hull (1860–1935)
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