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Category: Slane
Slane is a hill near Tara, in Ireland. It was at Slane in the 5th Century that the first fires of Easter were lit by St Patrick as a challenge to King Laoghaire. The tune was included in Patrick W. Joyce’s Old Irish Folk Music and Sons in 1901, some sources give it as 18th Century, but others quote 8th Century.
Please beware that the tune has a number of variations. That used for Be thou my vision with Meter 10 10 10 10 will not scan for Be thou my vision with Meter 10 11 11 12. Please check the meter in your hymn book.
Lord of all hopefulness is meter 10 11 11 12, but only has 4 verses.
We regret that we are unable to publish the lyrics to this hymn at the moment, as they are still in copyright.
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Please note that there are two English versions of this hymn which have slightly different meters. Please ensure that the meter in your hymn book matches the meter of the recording
Be Thou my vision (Meter 10 11 11 12) – Lyrics
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Be all else but naught to me, save that Thou art.
Be Thou my best thought in the day and the night;
Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true Word;
Be Thou ever with me, and I with Thee, Lord.
Be Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son;
Be Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight;
Be Thou my whole armour, be Thou my true might;
Be Thou my soul’s shelter, be Thou my strong tower;
O raise Thou me heavenward, great Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise;
Be Thou my inheritance now and always.
Be Thou and Thou only the first in my heart;
O Sovereign of Heaven, my treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, Thou Heaven’s bright Sun,
O grant me its joys after victory is won!
Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be Thou my vision, O Ruler of all.
Recording – Meter 10 11 11 12
The music used in this recording belongs in the Public Domain, but the Performance rights ℗ belong to Richard M S Irwin. You may click the Download Button to obtain the MP3 recording for use in Worship or for personal use only. For other uses of the recording, please Contact Us.
Hymn – Be Thou my vision (Meter 10 10 10 10) – Lyrics
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, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, 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 my 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 heav’ns Son!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.
Rop tú mo baile, a Choimdiu cride – Old Irish Lyrics
Rop tú mo baile, a Choimdiu cride:
ní ní nech aile acht Rí secht nime.
Rop tú mo scrútain i l-ló ‘s i n-aidche;
rop tú ad-chëar im chotlud caidche.
Rop tú mo labra, rop tú mo thuicsiu;
rop tussu dam-sa, rob misse duit-siu.
Rop tussu m’athair, rob mé do mac-su;
rop tussu lem-sa, rob misse lat-su.
Rop tú mo chathscíath, rop tú mo chlaideb;
rop tussu m’ordan, rop tussu m’airer.
Rop tú mo dítiu, rop tú mo daingen;
rop tú nom-thocba i n-áentaid n-aingel.
Rop tú cech maithius dom churp, dom anmain;
rop tú mo flaithius i n-nim ‘s i talmain.
Rop tussu t’ áenur sainserc mo chride;
ní rop nech aile acht Airdrí nime.
Co talla forum, ré n-dul it láma,
mo chuit, mo chotlud, ar méit do gráda.
Rop tussu t’ áenur m’ urrann úais amra:
ní chuinngim daíne ná maíne marba.
Rop amlaid dínsiur cech sel, cech sáegul,
mar marb oc brénad, ar t’ fégad t’ áenur.
Do serc im anmain, do grád im chride,
tabair dam amlaid, a Rí secht nime.
Tabair dam amlaid, a Rí secht nime,
do serc im anmain, do grád im chride.
Go Ríg na n-uile rís íar m-búaid léire;
ro béo i flaith nime i n-gile gréine.
A Athair inmain, cluinte mo núall-sa:
mithig (mo-núarán!) lasin trúagán trúag-sa.
A Chríst mo chride, cip ed dom-aire,
a Flaith na n-uile, rop tú mo baile.
Details
Tune: Slane
Meter: 10 10 10 10 or Meter: 10 11 11 12
Verses: 5
Style: Traditional Irish Style: Traditional Gaelic Style: Traditional Celtic
Composer: Unknown arranged by Richard Mark Stephen Irwin
Attributed to Lyricist: Dallán Forgaill (c. 530 – 598) with English version versified by Lyricist: Eleanor Henrietta Hull (1860 -1935) in 1912 based upon work of Translator: Mary Elizabeth Byrne (1880 – 1931) from 1905.
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