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Be My Vision
 


Original in Ancient Irish by Dallan Forgaill 8th Century.
Translated by Mary Byrne 1905




Show me through Thine eyes, this world and its woes,
help me to lost souls some comfort impart.

Bless me with mercy that Christ in me shows,
be Thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart.

Love, like a beacon, marks me as Thine own,
make me Thy servant, Lord, set me apart;

kindness to others as kindness was shown,
naught be all else to me, save that thou art.

Let glad hearts praise You, oh Father divine,
Master, Creator, my Lord, my Delight.
All earthly treasures which never were mine,

Thou my best thought by day or by night.

Lost souls lack comfort and mercy indeed;
bless my eyes, Jesus, oh strengthen my sight,
to see where there's hunger and be where there's need.

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence, my Light.






Bonnie dear...I think your word is:
vision

By cherryk

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