16. The Lightener of the Stars. Sorchar Nan Reul

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SORCHAR NAN REUL [16]

THE LIGHTENER OF THE STARS

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FEUCH Sorchar nan reul
Air corbha nan neul,
Agus ceolradh nan speur
     Ri luaidh dha.

Tighinn le caithrim a nuas
Bho an Athair tha shuas,
Clar agus farcha nan duan
     Ri seirm dha.

Chriosd, a chomairc mo ruin
Corn nach togainn do chliu!
Ainglich is naomhaich chiuil
     Ri luaidh dhut.

A Mhic Mhoire nam buadh,
Is fire finne-ghile snuadh,
Liom bu shon a bhi an cluan
     Do shaoibhreis.

A Chriosda mo chaoimhe,
A Chriosda Chro-naoimhe,
Bithim gach la agus oidhche
     Ri luaidh ort.

BEHOLD the Lightener of the stars
On the crests of the clouds,
And the choralists of the sky
     Lauding Him.

Coming down with acclaim
From the Father above,
Harp and lyre of song
     Sounding to Him.

Christ, Thou refuge of my love,
Why should not I raise Thy fame!
Angels and saints melodious
     Singing to Thee.

Thou Son of the Mary of graces,
Of exceeding white purity of beauty,
Joy were it to me to be in the fields
     Of Thy riches.

O Christ my beloved,
O Christ of the Holy Blood,
By day and by night
     I praise Thee.