

(mmmmm) God judge my true cause,
Silence every faithless tongue;
Save me from their snares.
Send Your Holy
Light,
Let Your truth reach out to guide
To Your Dwelling Place. (ahhhh)
Music on the lyre,
Joy and gladness at Your Shrine,
Praise You, O
my God.
Stronghold in the storm,
Why have you turned far away?
Grief walks with me
still.
Snoad t’Solas Naomhtha a-nuas,
Stiùir do Fhìrinn as gach cearn,
Gu d’
Bhreac-Phailis ghlòrmhor shuas. (ahhh-ee-ah)
Clàrsach is foinn air gach teud,
Aoibhneas is gáir aig do Shaltair,
Molaibh do d’ Ainm thar gach creud,
Ona is tusa mo Dhia,
mo Thriath, mo Thaisge.
Why downcast, my soul?
Put your silent hope in God;
I will praise Him yet. (mmmmm)
Send Your Holy Light,
Let Your truth reach out to guide
To Your Dwelling Place.
Music on the lyre,
Joy and gladness at Your Shrine,
Praise You,
O my
God. (ahhhh) (mmmmm)