Ancient Irish Poem – 8th Century
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,
walking 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 my fight;
be thou my dignity, thou my soul’s shelter,
thou my high tow’r; raise thou me heavenward,
O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
thou my 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 joy, O bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be my vision, O Ruler of all.