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O IOS gun lochd,
A Righ nam bochd,
A chiosadh gort
Fo bhinn nan olc,
Dion-s, an nochd,
Bho Iudas mi.
M’ anam air do laimh, a Chriosda,
A Righ na Cathrach Neomh,
Is tu cheannaich m’ anam, Iosa,
Is tu dh’ iobair beatha dhomh.
Teasruig mi air sgath mo sprochd,
Air sgath do phais, do lot is t’ fhala fein,
Is tabhair tearuint mi an nochd
Am fochar Cathair De. |
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O JESU without sin,
King of the poor,
Who wert sorely subdued
Under ban of the wicked,
Shield Thou me this night
From Judas.
My soul on Thine own arm, O Christ,
Thou the King of the City of Heaven,
Thou it was who bought’st my soul, O Jesu,
Thou it was who didst sacrifice Thy life for me.
Protect Thou me because of my sorrow,
For the sake of Thy passion, Thy wounds, and Thine own blood,
And take me in safety to-night
Near to the City of God. |
