CARMINA GADELICA

Ortha nan Gaidheal

THE LIGHTENER OF THE STARS

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.