When a prophet of the Lord is among you, I reveal Myself to him in visions, I speak to him in dreams.@Numbers 12:6
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Donald P. Hustad (1918–2013)

At­trib­ut­ed to Dall­an For­gaill (Rob tu mo bhoile, a Com­di cride). Trans­lat­ed from an­cient Ir­ish to Eng­lish by Ma­ry E. Byrne in Er­iú, Jour­nal of the School of Ir­ish Learn­ing, 1905, and ver­si­fied by El­ea­nor H. Hull, 1912, alt.

Slane (Hus­tad) Ir­ish tune. Ar­ranged by Don­ald P. Hus­tad, 1974 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Dallan Forgaill

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle shield, sword for the fight;
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight;
Thou my soul’s shelter, Thou my high tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.