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PSALM 6
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PSALM 6
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Ayns corree, Hiarn, ny kerree mee,
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1 Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain,
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Boght eiyrit magh er lheh;
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and spare a Wretch forlorn:
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Ny smaghtee mee ayns mooads jymmoose,
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Correct me not in thy fierce Wrath,
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Ro hrome dy ymmyrkey.
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too heavy to be borne.
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Jeeagh myghin, Hiarn, ta mee annoon,
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2 Have Mercy, Lord; for I grow faint,
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As faiyntagh ec my chree;
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unable to endure
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My chraueyn neesht ta guint lesh pian,
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The Anguish of my aching Bones,
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Ass chymmey lhiasee mee.
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which thou alone canst cure.
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Ta m’ annym neesht mooar seaghynit,
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3 My tortur’d Flesh distracts my Mind,
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Hiarn, caid vees eh myr shen;
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and fills my Soul with Grief:
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Chyndaa, O Hiarn, jean m’y livrey,
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But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
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As aash mee veih my phian.
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to grant me thy Relief?
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Lurg baase cha bee imraa jeant jeed,
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5 For after Death no more can I
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Ny fockle er ny loayrt;
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thy glorious Acts proclaim;
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As ayns yn oaie, quol nee ayns shen,
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No Pris’ner of the silent Grave
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Da dt’ ennym moylley ’choyrt?
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can magnify thy Name.
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Deinagh lesh gaccan ta mee ceaut,
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6 Quite tir’d with Pain, with Groaning faint,
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Aash cha vel ec my chree;
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no hope of Ease I see;
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’Sy laa my vink, ta fliugh lesh jeir,
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The Night, that quiets common Griefs,
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My chioneiyrt[1] ayns yn oie.
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is spent in Tears by me.
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Lesh trimshey ta my hooillyn lheit,
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7 My Beauty fades, my Sight grows dim,
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My hilley t’er n’aase moal;
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my Eyes with Weakness close;
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Lesh eiyrtys noidyn, er n’aase shen,
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Old Age o’ertakes me, whilst I think
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My niart ta mee er choayl.
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on my insulting Foes.
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Nagh trome diu! ta cur dou aggair,
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8 Depart, ye Wicked; in my Wrongs
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Ta’n Chiarn er chlashtyn mee:
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ye shall no more rejoice;
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Gys m’ accan t’eh er chroymmey ’chleaysh,
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for God, I find, accepts my Tears,
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T’er n’eaishtagh rish my ghuee.
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and listens to my Voice.
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Lhig da my noidyn naarit ve,
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9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Pray’r,
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As seagyhnit dy creoie;
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and they that wish my Fall,
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Lhig nearey foshlit cheet nyn guail,
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Shall blush and rage, to see that God
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Doaltattym gys yn oaie.
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protects me from them all.
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PSALM 9
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PSALM 9
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(After Nelson’s Victory.)
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She dhyts, O Hiarn, ta shin coyrt booise,
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1 To celebrate thy Praise, O Lord,
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Lesh creeaghyn feer gherjoil;
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I will my Heart prepare;
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As lhig dooin ginsh da dagh unnane,
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To all the list’ning World thy Works,
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Dy vel oo dooin foayroil.
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thy wond’rous Works, declare.
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Dy smooinaght er da m’ annym te,
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2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul
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’N ard-voggey smoo erbee;
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exalted Pleasure bring;
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Dy ghoaill arrane gys dt’ ennym, Hiarn,
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Whilst to thy Name, O thou most High,
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Lesh moylley ayns my chree.
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triumphant Praise I sing.
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Nyn noidyn, cur oo orroo chea,
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3 Thou mad’st my haughty Foes to turn
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Roish dt’ eulys as toyrt-mow;
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their Backs in shameful Flight:
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Chyndaa nyn ghreeym as cosney roue,
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Struck with thy Presence, down they fell;
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Veih’n phooar ro niartal daue.
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they perish’d at thy Sight.
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Nyn noidyn va lesh ard-sturneish,
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4 Against insulting Foes advanc’d,
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Baggyrt dy ghoaill nyn mioys;
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thou didst my Cause maintain;
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Marish ny floddyn oc er jeet,
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My Right asserting from thy Throne,
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Er ’cheayn gyn foaynoo foays.
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where Truth and Justice reign.
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Jee ta kinjagh er nyn lieh, 1905 lheu
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9 God is a constant sure Defence
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Dy reayll shin veih danjeyr;
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against oppressing Rage;
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Deayrtey e chooney kinjagh hooin,
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As Troubles rise, his needful Aids
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Dy reayll shin veih aggair.
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in our Behalf engage.
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Er y fa shen cur booise da’n Chiarn,
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11 Sing Praises therefore to the Lord,
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Son mooads e obbraghyn;
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from Sion his Abode;
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As insh-jee magh da ooilley’n seihll,
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Proclaim his Deeds, till all the world
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Nagh vel Jee arragh ayn.
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confess no other God.
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PSALM 12
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PSALM 12
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(Sins of the Tongue: The Saint’s Hope )
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Ta craueeaght fajeil, O Hiarn,
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1 Since godly Men decay, O Lord,
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Bee uss nyn gooney eisht;
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do thou my Cause defend;
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S’goan oddys mayd ayns fer erbee,
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For scarce these wretched Times afford
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Myr carrey cur nyn dreisht.
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one just and Faithful Friend.
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Naboo y chredjal cha vod shin,
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2 One Neighbour now can scarce believe,
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Gyn brynnerys ve ayn;
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what t’other does impart;
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Cha foalsey as molteyragh t’ad,
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With flatt’ring Lips they all deceive,
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Lesh cree doobylt as goan.
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and with a double Heart.
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Eh ta foalsey as ny volteyr,
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3 But Lips that with Deceit abound,
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Cha vod goaill toshiaght lane;
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can never prosper long;
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Chengey vreagagh’s lane brynnerys,
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God’s righteous Vengeance will confound
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Yiow kerraghey veih’n Chiarn.
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the proud blaspheming Tongue.
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T’ad jerkal dy jed ooilley lhieu,
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4 In vain those foolish Boasters say,
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Trooid nyn goan foalsey’s keeayll;
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“Our Tongues are sure our own;
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Gra, Quoi yiow jin yn varriaght?
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“With doubtful Words we’ll still betray,
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Nagh nee lhien hene nyn meill?
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“and be controul’d by none
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Agh Jee ta geaishtagh rish boghtyn,
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5 For God, who hears the suff’ring Poor,
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As fakin dagh tranlaase; 1905: translaase
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and their Oppression knows,
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Dy leah ver kemmyrk da e chloan,
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Will soon arise, and give them Rest,
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Nee stroie dagh crout as saase.
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in spite of all their Foes.
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Goo’n Chiarn dy bragh nee tannaghtyn,
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6 The Word of God shall still abide,
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As firrinagh ta ’ghoan;
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and void of Falshood be,
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Myr argid ta shiaght keayrtyn reiht,
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As is the Silver sev’n times try’d,
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Nagh vel molteyrys ayn.
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from drossy Mixture free.
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Dy chooney lesh e chloan cairal,
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7 The Promise of his aiding Grace
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E ghialdyn shickyr ta;
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shall reach its purpos’d End;
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As nee veih noidys deiney olk,
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His Servants from this faithless Race
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Fendeil ad son dy brâ.
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he ever shall defend.
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Eisht ny mee-chrauee vees feer treih,
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8 Then shall the Wicked be perplex’d,
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As deiney mie nee gaase;
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nor know which Way to fly;
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Ayns barriaght erskyn ooilley,
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When those whom they despis’d and vex’d,
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Nagh row cur geill da grayse.
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shall be advanc’d on high.
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Kinjagh raad ta mee-chrauee reill,
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Lesh olk vees ooilley lane;
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Craueeaght er ny chummal fo,
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As cairys vees fadane.
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PSALM 13
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PSALM 13
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Caid nee oo mee ’yarrood, O Hiarn,
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1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
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My Yee! nee son dy brâ?
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must I forever mourn?
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Caid ollys oo dty eddin voym,
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How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
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Gyn arragh dy hyndaa?
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Oh, never to return?
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Oh! Caid nee smooinaghtyn anveagh
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2 How long shall anxious Thoughts my Soul,
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Greim dowin ’ghoaill ayns my chree?
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and Grief my Heart oppress?
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Caid nee my noidyn boggey ’ghoaill?
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How long my Enemies insult,
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As mish gyn fea ny shee?
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and I have no Redress?
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Clasht rhym, O Hiarn, as bee foayroil,
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3 O, hear! and to my longing Eyes
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Cur hym dty hoilshey dooie:
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restore thy wonted Light;
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As shen dy leah, ayns aggle royd
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And suddenly, or I shall sleep
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Dy gadlym ayns yn oaie.
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in everlasting Night.
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Chyndaa mee, Hiarn, nagh jean ad gra,
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4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast
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Cha vel da aash erbee:
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’twas their own Strength o’ercame;
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Ny sur uss daue ta shelg my vioys,
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Permit not them that vex my Soul,
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Dy chur gys nearey mee.
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to triumph in my Shame.
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Hiarn, aynyds ta my slane treishteil;
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5 Since I have always plac’d my Trust
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Bee uss dou myghinagh:
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beneath thy Mercy’s Wing,
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My ver oo foayr as sauchys dou,
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Thy saving Health will come, and then
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Bee’m booisal son dy brâgh.
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my Heart with Joy shall spring;
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Verym ard-voylley dhyt, O Yee,
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6 Then shall my Song, with Praise inspir’d,
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Lesh cree as gennalys:
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to thee, my God, ascend,
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Son cur veih seaghyn dou livrey,
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Who, to thy Servant in Distress,
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Ayns graih as kenjallys.
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such Bounty didst extend.
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PSALM 21
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PSALM 21
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Yn Ree, O Hiarn, nee boggey ’ghoaill,
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1 The King, O Lord, with Songs of Praise,
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Ayns mooads dty haualtys:
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shall in thy Strength rejoice;
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As nee eh lesh arraneyn flaoil 1905 flaoill
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With thy salvation crown’d, shall raise
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Soilshagh dty ynrickys.
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to Heav’n his chearful Voice.
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Aghin e veillyn ver oo da,
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2 For thou, whate’er his Lips request,
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Fegooish obbal erbee:
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not only dost impart;
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Nee oo myrgeddin ayns y traa,
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But hast, with thy Acceptance, blest,
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Coyrt da yeearree e chree.
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the Wishes of his Heart.
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Dty vieys as dty chiarail cair,
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3 Thy Goodness, and thy tender Care.
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Hug oo dasyn rolaue:
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have all his Hopes outgone;
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As er e chione attey dy airh,
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A Crown of Gold thou mad’st him wear,
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Nee eh dy kinjagh ’cheau.
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and sett’dst it firmly on.
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Hir eh orts bea, as hug oo da
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4 He pray’d for Life; and thou, O Lord,
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E phadjer er y hon:
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didst his short Span extend,
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As hug oo da bea liauyr dy brâ
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And graciously to him afford
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Nagh beagh dy bragh ec kione.
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a Life that ne’er shall end.
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PSALM 26
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PSALM 26
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Jean briwnys mee, O Hiarn my Yee,
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1 Judge me, O Lord; for I the Paths
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Gyn loght ta mee er ve:
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of Righteousness have trod:
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Er son dy vel my varrant ort,
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I cannot fail, who all my Trust
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Cha jean oo mee ’gheyrey.
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repose on Thee, my God.
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Feysht, prow, as ronsee my veeaghyn,
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2,3 Search, prove my Heart, whose Innocence
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Ayns ônid ta my chree,
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will shine, the more ’tis try’d;
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Ta mee er reayll dty annaghyn,
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For I have kept thy Grace in View,
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Ayns ynrickys as shee.
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and made thy Truth my Guide.
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Cha ghow mee rieau son sheshaghyn,
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4 I never for Companions took
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Adsyn va olk neu-ghlen:
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the Idle or Profane;
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Marish sleih foalsey, nagh vel freayll
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No Hypocrite, with all his Arts,
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Ayns cooinaght dt’ annaghyn.
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could e’er my Friendship gain.
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S’feoh lhiam yn sheshaght dy ghrogh leih
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5 I hate the busy plotting Crew,
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Ta chaglym ayns fardail:
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who make distracted Times;
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As freayllym veih yn cheshaght oc
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And shun their wicked Company,
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Nagh der da dty Ghoo geill.
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as I avoid their Crimes.
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Ayns ônid nee’m my laueyn niee;
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6 I’ll wash my Hands in Innocence,
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My chree ayns ônid vees:
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and bring a Heart so pure,
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As gys dty altar neeyms cheet,
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That when thy Altar I approach,
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Dy eeck ayns shen my cheesh.
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my Welcome shall secure.
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PSALM 29
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PSALM 29
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Shiuish ard-gheiney ta ayns pooar,
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1 Ye Princes that in Might excel,
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Lhieu-jee nyn oural gys y Chiarn:
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Your grateful Sacrifice prepare;
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As insh-jee magh jeh mooads e ghloyr,
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God’s glorious Actions loudly tell,
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Va, ta, as vees dy bragh er-mayrn.
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His wond’rous Pow’r to all declare.
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Cur-jee da’n Chiarn e ooashley cooie,
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2 To His great Name fresh Altars raise;
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As ammys crauee cur-jee da:
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devoutly due Respect afford;
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O moyll-jee eh lesh creeaghyn dooie,
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Him in His holy Temple praise,
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Veih’n traa shoh magh er son dy brâ.
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where he’s with solemn State ador’d.
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She eshyn eh, lesh ard-choraa
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3 ’Tis he that, with amazing Noise,
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Ta sarey yn Eean[1] dy ve myr t’eh:
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the watry Clouds in sunder breaks:
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Yn mooir mooar hene ta ooilley craa,
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The Ocean trembles at his Voice,
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Tra t’eh da’n taarnagh coyrt sarey.
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when he from Heav’n in Thunder speaks.
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PSALM 34
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PSALM 34
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Trooid dagh caghlaa as stayd ’sy theihll,
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1 Thro’ all the changing Scenes of Life,
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Ayns boggey as angaish:
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in Trouble, and in Joy,
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Neem’s moylley Jee veih grunt my chree;
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The Praises of my God shall still
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My hengey cha gow aash.
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my Heart and Tongue employ.
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Jeh my livrey neem’s boggyssagh,
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2 Of his Deliv’rance I will boast,
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Dy vod yn sleih t’ayns feme
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till all that are distrest,
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Veih’n sambyl aym’s gerjagh y ghoaill,
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From my Example Comfort take,
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As scuir veih plaiynt as geam.
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and charm their Griefs to Rest.
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Tar-jee mârym’s; moyll-jee yn Chiarn,
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3 O! magnify the Lord with me,
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Mârym’s coyrt moylley cooie:
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with me exalt His Name:
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Son ayns my heaghyn deie mish er, 1905: d’eie
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4 When in Distress to Him I call’d,
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As hooar mee livrey dooie.
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He to my Rescue came.
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Ny creeaghyn trome dy leah hooar couyr,
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5 Their drooping Hearts were soon refresh’d,
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Hug barrant er nyn Yee:
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who look’d to Him for Aid:
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Son ve ry-akin er nyn oaie,
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Desir’d Success in ev’ry face
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Va boggey ayns nyn gree.
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a chearful Air display’d:
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Ta ainleyn Yee sheer goaill kiarail,
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7 The Hosts of God encamp around
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Coadey yn dooinney mie:
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the Dwellings of the Just;
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As slane livrey t’eh coyrt da lheid,
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Deliv’rance He affords to all
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Ta er nyn marrant lhie.
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who on His Succour trust.
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O nooghyn, gow shiu aggle roish!
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9 Fear Him, ye Saints, and you will then
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Nhee cha jean skielley diu:
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have nothing else to fear:
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Lhig slane nyn mea v’ayns e hirveish,
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Make you His Service your Delight;
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Dagh nhee femoil yiow shiu.
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he’ll make your Wants his Care.
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10 While hungry Lions lack their Prey,
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the Lord will Food provide
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For such as put their Trust in Him,
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and see their Needs supply’d.
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Part II
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Shiuish ta crauee ayns nyn mea,
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11 Approach, ye piously dispos’d,
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Tayrn shiu er-gerrey dou:
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and my Instruction hear;
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Neem’s gynsagh diu cre’n aght dy hooyl
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I’ll teach you the true Discipline
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Ayns aggle Yee gys niau.
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of his religious Fear.
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Lhig dasyn saillish y ve beayn,
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12 Let him who Length of Life desires,
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As fakin laghyn share:
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and prosp’rous Days would see,
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E hengey ’reayll veih scammyltyn,
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13 From sland’ring Language keep his Tongue,
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E veillyn veih drogh ghlare.
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his Lips from Falshood free:
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PSALM 41
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PSALM 41
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Bannit ta’n dooinney, ta jeh’n voght
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1 Happy the Man, whose tender Care
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Dy kinjagh goaill kiarail:
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relieves the Poor distress’d!
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Yn Chiarn nee eshyn y livrey,
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When he’s by Troubles compass’d round,
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As nee eh eh ’hauail.
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the Lord shall give him Rest.
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Veih seaghyn as ayns gerjagh mooar,
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2 The Lord his Life, with Blessings crown’d,
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Nee eh y choadey eh;
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in Safety shall prolong;
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As veih ny noidyn s’niurinee
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And disappoint the Will of those
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Oddys y ve echey.
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that seek to do him Wrong.
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My vees eh ayns stayd boght annoon,
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3 If he in languishing Estate,
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Ayns chingys trome ny lhie,
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oppress’d with Sickness, lie;
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Dy aashagh vees e lhiabbee lhieent
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The Lord will easy make his Bed,
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Lesh gerjagh er cheu-sthie.
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and inward Strength supply.
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O Hiarn my Yee, bee myghinagh,
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4 Secure of this, to Thee, my God,
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Son hood nee’m padjer ’ghoaill:
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I thus my Pray’r address’d:
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O Hiarn, ayns myghin slaanee mee,
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“Lord, for thy Mercy, heal my Soul,
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Son ta mee treih peccoil.
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“tho’ I have much transgress’d.”
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PSALM 46
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PSALM 46
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(On the French leaving Bantry Bay,
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December 26th, 1796).
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She Jee nyn gemmyrk ’sy traa t’ayn,
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1 God is our Refuge in Distress,
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Yn cooney share oddys ve ayn:
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A present Help, when Dangers press:
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Lesh dunnallys cur ayn dty hreisht,
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In Him, undaunted, we’ll confide;
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Dy beagh yn seihll shoh bun-ry-skyn;
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2,3 Tho’ Earth were from her Centre toss’d,
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As sleityn ceaut ayns mean y cheayin,
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And Mountains in the Ocean lost,
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Ayns peeshyn lesh yn sterrym brisht.
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Torn piece-meal by the roaring Tide.
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Lesh gennallys erskyn imraa,
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4 A gentler Stream with Gladness still
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Ayns flaunys Yee vees shin dy bragh:[6]
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The City of our Lord shall fill,
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My reayllys shin e annaghyn,
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The Royal Seat of God most High;
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Ayns Sion ta ard-valley Yee,
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5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair Tow’rs
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Ta er mooaralee garaghtee,
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Shall mock th’ Assaults of earthly Pow’rs,
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Choud’s ta e phooar dy choadey shin.
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While His Almighty Aid is nigh.
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Nyn noidyn ta ayns eulys rooin,
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6 In Tumults when the Heathen rag’d,
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Lesh dewilys caggee haink ad hooin:
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And Kingdoms War against us wag’d,
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Ren Jee y imman roue lesh cragh,
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He thunder’d, and dispers’d their Pow’rs:
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Nyn shennayryn chur ayn treishteil,
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7 The Lord of Hosts conducts our Arms,
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Cha ren Eh adsyn rieau ’hreigeil,
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Our Tow’r of Refuge in Alarms,
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Yn Chiarn y Jee nyn saualtagh.
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Our Fathers Guardian God, and ours.
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Gloria Patri.
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Gloyr gys yn ooilley-niartal Jee,
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She eh fer-coadee dagh Creestee,
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Ta coyrt nyn marrant er son bea,
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Moylley as booise da’n Spyrryd Noo
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As da’n saualtagh ren shin ’chroo,
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Eh oddys coyrt dooin shee as fea.
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PSALM 51
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PSALM 51
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(For Ash Wednesday.)
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O Hiarn Yee, jean myghin orrym,
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1 Have Mercy, Lord, on me,
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Jeh mooads dty chenjallys;
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as Thou wert ever kind;
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As lhig dooys, lesh treihys laadit,
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Let me, oppress’d with Loads of guilt,
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Ve lhieent lesh gennallys.
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thy wonted Mercy find.
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Gow ass y raad my ghrogh-yannoo,
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2,3 Wash off my foul Offence,
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Jean mee veih peccah glen:
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and cleanse me from my Sin;
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She hoods, O Yee! Ta mee goaill rish,
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For I confess my Crime, and see
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Cre ta my pheccaghyn.
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how great my Guilt has been.
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O Hiarn, ny gow dty chooney voym,
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11 Withdraw not Thou thy Help,
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Ny jean uss mee ’hreigeil
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nor cast me from thy Sight;
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Chamoo lhig da dty Spyrryd mie,
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Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
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As mish dy bragh paartail.
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its everlasting flight.
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Yn voggey ta liorish dty oayr,
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12 The Joy thy Favour gives,
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Lhig dooys y gheddyn reesht;
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let me again obtain
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As lhig uss da dty Spyrryd Noo,
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And thy free Spirit’s firm Support
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M’ annym y niartagh reesht.
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My fainting Soul sustain.
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Myr shoh nee’m, Hiarn, dty raaidyn cair,
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13 So I thy righteous Ways
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Y ynsagh da peccee;
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to Sinners will impart;
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As gys dty leighyn jeeragh nee’m
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Whilst my Advice shall wicked Men
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Coyrlaghey drogh yantee
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to thy just Laws convert.
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O foshil uss my veillyn, Hiarn,
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15 Do Thou unlock my Lips,
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Lesh nearey trimshagh jeight;
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with Sorrow clos’d, and Shame;
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Eisht, lesh my veeal, dty voylley mooar
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So shall my Mouth thy wond’rous Praise
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Gys ooilley’n seihll vees eït.
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to all the World proclaim.
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PSALM 57
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PSALM 57
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My chree ta soit, O Hiarn my Yee,
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7 O God, my Heart is fix’d, ’tis bent,
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Dhyts verym booise er-skyn dagh nhee;
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Its thankful Tribute to present;
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As lesh my chree as my choraa,
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And, with my Heart, my Voice I’ll raise
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My voylley jeeds vees son dy brâ,
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To Thee, my God, in Songs of Praise.
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Hallelujah!
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Moyll-jee yn Chiarn.
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Dooisht seose my ghloyr, dooisht dagh unnane,
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8 Awake, my Glory; Harp and Lute,
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Oddys sheer bingys lesh arrane;
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No longer let your Strings be mute:
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As neem’s dy moghey goaill kiarail,
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And I, my tuneful Part to take,
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Dy chur dhyts booise, fer-reill yn theihll.
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Will with the early Dawn awake.
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Hallelujah!
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Moyll-jee yn Chiarn.
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Neem’s dty voylley fockley magh,
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9 Thy Praises, Lord, I will resound
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Gys dagh ashoon dy arrymagh;
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To all the list’ning Nations round:
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Dty vyghin vie erskyn imraa,
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10 Thy Mercy’s highest Heav’n transcends;
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Erskyn ny niaughyn vees dy brâ.
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Thy Truth beyond the Clouds extends.
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Hallelujah!
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Moyll-jee yn Chiarn.
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Soie oo hene seose, O Yee ghraysoil,
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11 Be Thou, O God, exalted high;
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T’ou uss er-skyn dagh nhee gloyroil;
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And, as thy Glory fills the Sky,
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Dy vod dagh cretoor t’er yn ooir,
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So let it be on Earth display’d;
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V’er nyn leeideil liorish dty phooar.
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Till Thou art here, as there obey’d.
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Hallelujah!
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Moyll-jee yn Chiarn.
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PSALM 63
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PSALM 63
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O Hiarn my Yee, my Yee graysoil,
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1 O God, my gracious God, to Thee
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Dy moghey hood nee’m padjer ’ghoaill;
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My morning Pray’rs shall offer’d be;
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My chree ta pandoogh lurg y Chiarn,
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For Thee my thirsty Soul does pant;
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My chorp annoon cha vod ve bio;
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My fainting Flesh implores thy Grace,
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Foddey ’sy voayl boght gennish shoh,
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Within this dry and barren Place
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Raad nagh vel ushtey aym dy hayrn.
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Where I refreshing Waters want.
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Gys my hilley un cheayrt elley,
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2 O! to my longing Eyes once more,
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Cur dou’n ghloyr, ta mee dy hirrey;
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That View of glorious Pow’r restore,
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Dy ve ayns cooyrt dty hie kinjagh,
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Which thy majestic House displays:
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Er son dty ghraih cha kenjallagh;
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3 Because to me thy wond’rous Love
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T’er-skyn yn vea smoo eunyssagh,
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Than Life itself does dearer prove,
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My voylley jeed’s vees dy bragh.
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My Lips shall always speak thy Praise.
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My vioys chouds neem’s y reayll eh,
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4 My Life, while I that Life enjoy,
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My voylley dasyn shegin y ve;
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In blessing God I will employ;
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Lesh laueyn troggit seose gys Jee,
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With lifted Hands adore his Name:
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My annym neesht vees foddey s’booie,
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5 My soul’s Content shall be as great
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Na ta’d ta smuir as meeaylys gee,
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As theirs who choicest Dainties eat,
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Choud’s ta dty voggey ayns my chree.
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While I with Joy his Praise proclaim.
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PSALM 65
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PSALM 65
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Public Prayer and Praise.
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Dty agglish ver dhyt booise dy bragh,
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1 For Thee, O God, our constant Praise
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Hiarn, son dty vannaghtyn;
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In Sion waits, thy chosen Seat;
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As nee mayd oo ’hirveish kinjagh,
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Our promis’d Altars there we’ll raise,
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Geeck dhyt nyn mreearraghyn.
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And all our zealous Vows complete.
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Uss ta geaishtagh rish padjeryn,
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2 O Thou, who to my humble Pray’r
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As ta cur myghin daue;
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Didst always bend thy list’ning Ear,
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Ta imlee jannoo accanyn,
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To Thee shall all Mankind repair,
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Hood shirrey nee sheeelnaue.
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And at thy gracious Throne appear.
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Nyn olkys as drogh-yannoo ta
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3 Our Sins (tho’ numberless) in vain
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Mooar er dty vrasnagh, Hiarn;
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To stop thy flowing Mercy try;
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Bee myghinagh as jean chyndaa,
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Whilst Thou o’erlook’st the guilty Stain,
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As leih yn peccah ain.
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And washest out the crimson dye.
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Bannit dy mooar ta’n dooinney shen,
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4 Blest is the Man, who, near Thee plac’d,
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T’ou uss jeh soiagh lane;
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Within thy sacred Dwelling lives!
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Ta taaghey’n thie ayd’s, aalin glen,
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Whilst we, at humble Distance, taste
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As goaill ayn taitnys slane.
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The vast Delights thy Temple gives.
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O nyn saualtagh myghinagh,
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5 By wond’rous Acts, O God most Just,
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Agglagh trooid cowraghyn;
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Have we thy gracious Answer found:
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Dt’ obbraghyn cair ta atchimagh,
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In Thee remotest Nations trust,
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Trooid magh ny ashoonyn.
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And those whom stormy Waves surround.
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Dty yindyssyn ver orroo geill,
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Dhyt ta nyn Jiarn as Ree;
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Aynyd dy der ad nyn dreishteil,
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Er son myghin as shee.
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PSALM 65: Part 2.[7]
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Divine Providence in earth, air, and sea
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Hiarn, ny sleityn soit shickyr ta
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6,7 God, by His Strength, sets fast the Hills,
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Lesh niart as pooar dty laue;
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And does His matchless Pow’r engage;
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Ashoonyn mooar, lane boirey va,
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With which the Sea’s loud Waves He stills,
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Reesht fea t’ou goardrail daue.
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And angry Crouds tumultuous Rage.
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Tra ta’n faarkey sterrmagh troggal,
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As gatt seose agglagh ta;
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T’ou ny tonnyn ard dy lhieggal,
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As pointeil kiuney da.
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Dty haarnagh niartal lesh tendreil,
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8 Thou Lord, dost barb’rous Lands dismay,
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As cowraghyn agglagh;
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When they thy dreadful Tokens view:
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Ta cur atchim trooid ooilley’n seihll,
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With Joy they see the Night and Day
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As aggle roish kerragh.
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Each others Track, by Turns, pursue.
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She oo ta cur yn moghrey dooin,
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Yn ghrian dy irree cooie;
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As reesht ta goaill yn soilshey voin,
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Dy chur dooin fea ny hoie.
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T’ad shoh gaggyrts nyn moylley, Hiarn,
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As dagh booise dhyt ta cair;
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Son t’ou coyrt dooin dagh bannaght t’ain,
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Dy kinjagh da nyn rere.
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PSALM 65: Part 3. [8]
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The Blessings of Rain for the Husbandman.
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Mie ta’n Chiarn yn Ree flaunyssagh,
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9 From out thy unexhausted Store
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Ta coyrt da’n thalloo geill;
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Thy Rain relieves the thirsty Ground;
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Deayrtey neose fliaghey ymmyrchagh,
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Makes Lands, that barren were before,
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Cur palchey ayns y theihll.
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With Corn and useful Fruits abound.
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Ny bodjallyn myr awinyn ard,
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Ta deayrtey magh yn fliaghey
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Yn bannaght, tra t’ou sarey ad,
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Er messyn creen as paa.
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Dagh cronk as coan dy palchey ver
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10 On rising Ridges down it pours,
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Nyn messyn as arroo;
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And ev’ry furrow’d Valley fills:
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Tra t’ou uss cur dty vannaght er,
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Thou mak’st them soft with gentle show’rs,
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As frassyn meein orroo.
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In which a blest Increase distils.
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T’ou cur dagh bannaght dooin, O Yee,
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As palchey jeh dagh nhee;
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Yn fliaghey, earish as traa cooie,
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Dy chur ’sy thalloo bree.
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Dty vieys ta cur imbaghyn,
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11 Thy Goodness does the circling year
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As earish vie ayndoo;
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With fresh Returns of Plenty crown;
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Tra sailt cur dooin dty vannaghtyn,
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And where thy glorious Paths appear,
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Ain vees palchey arroo.
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Thy fruitful Clouds drop Fatness down.
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Ynnydyn faase t’ou dy chaghlaa,
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12 They drop on barren Forests, chang’d
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Gys thalloo aalin glass;
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By them to Pastures fresh and green:
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As ny croink chirrym dy hyndaa,
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The Hills about in Order rang’d,
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Dy ymmyrkey reih mess.
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In beauteous Robes of Joy are seen.
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T’ou cur lane maase dooin as kirree,
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13 Large Flocks with fleecy Wool adorn
|
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Feer phalchey as arroo;
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The chearful Downs; the Vallies bring
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Dy lhisagh shin lhie as girree
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A plenteous Crop of full-ear’d Corn,
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Dy kinjagh moylley oo.
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And seem, for Joy, to shout and sing.
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PSALM 66[9]
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PSALM 66
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On the Restoration of Peace, 1802
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Lhig dagh unnane lesh ard choraa,
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1 Let all the Lands with Shouts of Joy
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Kiaull ghennal ’hroggal seose;
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2 to God their Voices raise;
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Gys nyn ver-croo coyrt moylley da,
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Sing Psalms in Honour of His Name,
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Lesh salmyn dy hoyrt-booise.
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and spread His glorious Praise.
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As lhig daue gra, feer atchimagh,
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3 And let them say, How dreadful, Lord,
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O Hiarn, ayns dt’ obbyr t’ou;
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in all thy Works art Thou!
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Lesh dty phooar niartal hee dagh noid
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To thy great Pow’r thy stubborn Foes
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E yerkal currit mow.
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shall all be forc’d to bow.
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Nee dagh ashoon veih hiar gy heear,
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4 Thro’ all the Earth the Nations round
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Dty voylley ’ockley magh;
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shall Thee their God confess;
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Ayns hymnyn jeh dt’ ardreiltys,
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And with glad Hymns their awful Dread
|
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Ta mooar as yindyssagh.
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of thy great Name express.
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Liorish e phooar, t’eh dy bragh reill,
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7 He by his Pow'r for ever rules;
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Ta e hooillyn fakin shin;
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his Eyes the World survey:
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Ny sur uss dooin ve traitooryn,
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Let no presumptuous Man rebel
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Agh, Hiarn, gow chymmey jin.
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against his sov'reign Sway.
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Cur-jee my-ner obbraghyn Yee,
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5 O! come, behold the Works of God;
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As mârym’s gow-jee rish
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and then with me you’ll own,
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Dy vol e yannoo mirrilagh,
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That He to all the Sons of Men
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Va chammah roie as nish.
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has wond’rous Judgments shown.
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PSALM 81
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PSALM 81
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Da Jee e niart nagh vel failleil,
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1 To God, our never-failing Strength,
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Cur-jee ard-voylley da;
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with loud Applauses sing;
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As jean-jee boggey ghennal ’ghoaill,
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And jointly make a chearful Noise
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Ayns Jee Yacob dy brâ.
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to Jacob’s awful King.
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Lhieu-jee ayns shoh nyn greïnyn kiaull,
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2 Compose a Hymn of Praise, and touch
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Gow-jee arrane moyllee;
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your Instruments of Joy:
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Lesh bingys as lesh kiaulleeaght,
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Let Psalteries and pleasant Harps,
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Ooilley gys moylley Yee.
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your grateful Skill employ.
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Sheid-jee yn cayrn ec yn eayst noa,
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3 Let Trumpets at the great new Moon
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Yn traa ta pointit dooin;
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their joyful Voices raise,
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Freayll-jee dy kinjagh yn laa jiu,
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To celebrate th’ appointed time,
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Dy mie ayns cooinaghtyn.
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the solemn Day of Praise.
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Son shoh va slattys er dy rieau,
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4 For this a Statute was of old,
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Ren Jee Yacob ’oardrail;
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which Jacob’s God decreed
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Dy ve kiaralagh er ny reayll,
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To be with pious Care observ’d
|
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Trooid magh dagh eash jeh’n seihll.
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by Isr’el’s chosen Seed.
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PSALM 86
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PSALM 86
|
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Aghtyn Ghavid as dagh Chreestee Mie
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Cur ayns my chree dty raaidyn, Hiarn,
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11 Teach me thy Way, O Lord, and I
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As voue nagh lhig dou chea;
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from Truth shall ne’er depart;
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Ayns aggle roish dty Ennym Yee,
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In Rev’rence to thy sacred Name
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Cur tushtey cooie dou jeh.
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devoutly fix my Heart.
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Nee’m moylley oo, O Hiarn my Yee,
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12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
|
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My voylley vees creeoil;
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praise thee with Heart sincere:
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Dy bragh, O Hiarn, verym dhyt booise,
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And to thy everlasting name
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Te red ta cha gerjoil.
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eternal Trophies rear.
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Dty vyghin t’ou er hoilshagh dou,
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13 Thy boundless Mercy shewn to me,
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T’er-skyn my phooar dy insh;
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transcends my Pow’r to tell,
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My annym, t’ou er vreayll veih’n oaie,
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For thou hast oft redeem’d my Soul
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Trooid chymmey as erreeish.
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from lowest Depths of Hell.
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Ta cloan ny moyrn as eulyssee,
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14 O God, the Sons of Pride and Strife
|
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Ro shleeuit dy ghoaill my vioys;
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have my Destruction sought,
|
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Fegooish cur geill da’n phooar niartal,
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Regardless of thy Pow’r, that oft
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Ta stowal whilleen foays.
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has my Deliv’rance wrought:
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Agh ren uss, Hiarn, trooid mieys wooar,
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15 But thou thy constant Goodness didst
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Livreys y choyrt dou;
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to my Assistance bring;
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Trooid feoiltys, myghin as erreeish,
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Of Patience, Mercy, and of Truth,
|
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Dreayll oo mee veih toyrt-mow.
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thou everlasting Spring!
|
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Gys dty harvaant chyndaa, O Hiarn,
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16 O bounteous Lord, thy Grace and Strength
|
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As bee uss dou foayroil;
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to me thy Servant show;
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Jean soilshagh dou dty vieys vooar,
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Thy kind Protection, Lord, on me,
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V’ou er dy rieau graysoil.
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thine Handmaid’s Son bestow.
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Dauesyn ta mooie jean prowal ’choyrt,
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17 Some Signal give, which my proud Foes
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Dy vel oo er my heu;
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may see with Shame and Rage,
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Adsyn ta streeu rhym nearey ’ghoaill,
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When thou, O Lord, for my Relief
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Dy vel oo kenjal dou.
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and Comfort do’st engage.
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PSALM 95[10]
|
PSALM 95.
|
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Lesh greinyn kiaullee as coraa,
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1 O come, loud Anthems let us sing,
|
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Lhig dooin coyrt booise da Jee dy brâ;
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Loud Thanks to our Almighty King;
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As boggey mooar ’ghoaill ayns e niart,
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For we our Voices high should raise,
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Yn sauchys oc t’eh goaill nyn baart.
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When our Salvation’s Rock we praise.
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Stiagh ayns e enish lhig dooin cheet,
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2 Into his Presence let us haste
|
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Lesh moylley arrymagh as fhyt;
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To thank him for his Favours past;
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Soilshagh nyn mooise lesh gennallys, 1905 mwooise
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To him address in joyful Songs,
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Ayns salmyn jeh e ynrickys.
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The Praise that to his Name belongs.
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Corneilyn sodjey magh jeh’n ooir,
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4 The Depths of Earth are in his Hand,
|
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Ta kinjagh echey ayns e phooar;
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Her secret Wealth at his Command;
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As niart ny groink myrgeddin lesh,
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The Strength of Hills that threat the Skies,
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T’eh goardrail ad myr hee eh jesh.
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Subjected to his Empire lies.
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She eshyn ren yn faarkey mooar,
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5 The rolling Ocean’s vast Abyss
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Cur voalley lajer mysh yn ooir;
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By the same sov’reign Right is his:
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As lesh e phooar ren eh goardrail
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’Tis mov’d by his Almighty Hand,
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Yn thalloo myr t’eh nish ’sy theihll.
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That form’d and fix’d the solid Land,
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O tar-jee, lhig dooin ooashley ’choyrt,
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6 O let us to his Courts repair,
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As er nyn ghlioonyn rishyn loayrt;
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And bow with Adoration there:
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As croymmey gys yn Chiarn nyn Ree,
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Down on our Knees devoutly all
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Yn Jee hug toshiaght da dagh nhee.
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Before the Lord our Maker fall.
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PSALM 98[11]
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PSALM 98
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Gow jee arrane noa gys y Chiarn,
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1 Sing to the Lord a new-made Song,
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Yindyssagh t’eh er ve;
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who wondrous Things has done;
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Lesh e laue yesh, yn varriaght
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With his right Hand and holy Arm,
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Da hene t’eh er chosney.
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the Conquest he has won.
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Er thie Israel t’eh er chooinaght,
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2 The Lord has through th’ astonished World
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Lesh graih as ynrickys;
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display’d his saving Might,
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As ta ny ardjyn mooie jeh’n seihll
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And made his righteous Acts appear
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Goaill rish e haualtys.
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in all the Heathens Sight.
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Er thie Israel t’eh er chooinaght,
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3 Of Isr’el’s House his Love and Truth
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Lesh graih as ynrickys;
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have ever mindful been;
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As ta ny ardjyn mooie jeh’n seihll
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Wide Earth’s remotest parts the Pow’r
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Goaill rish e haualtys.
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of Isr’el’s God have seen.
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Er-yn-oyr shen, lhig dagh unnane
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4 Let therefore Earth’s Inhabitants
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Kiaull ghennal ’hroggal seose;
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their chearful Voices raise,
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Gys yn Chiarn Jee ny flaunyssee,
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And all with universal Joy
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Lesh boggey as toyrt-booise.
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resound their Maker’s Praise.
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PSALM 106
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PSALM 106
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My chaarjyn deyr, O! cur-jee booise,
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1 O render Thanks to God above,
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Da Jee ta er yn yrjid heose;
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The Fountain of eternal Love;
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E vyghin veiygh va er dy rieau,
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Whose Mercy firm through Ages past
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T’eh soilshagh dooin as da sheelnaue.
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Has stood, and shall for ever last.
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Quoi eshyn eh, lesh e choraa,
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2 Who can his mighty Deeds express,
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Oddys e yindyssyn imraa?
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Not only vast, but numberless?
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Cre’n chengey oddys fockley magh
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What mortal Eloquence can raise
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Nyn moylley da er aght cairagh?
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His Tribute of immortal Praise?
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O! s’maynrey ad ta bea leeideil,
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3 Happy are they, and only they,
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Cordail rish leighyn nyn ver-reill;
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Who from thy Judgments never stray:
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Ta lhieent lesh cairys as graih Yee,
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Who know what’s right; nor only so,
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Veih’n toiggal t’oc jeh ayns nyn gree.
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But always practice what they know.
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O cooinee, Hiarn, er dty harvaant!
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4 Extend to me that Favour, Lord,
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Lesh dty ghraih mee ta kinjagh mayrt;
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Thou to thy Chosen do’st afford;
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Tra hig oo reesht dy yeeaghyn shin,
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When thou return’st to set them free,
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Lhig da dt’ haualtys ve mârin.
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Let thy Salvation visit me.
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PSALM 111
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PSALM 111
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Moyll-jee yn Chiarn, booise verym’s da,
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1 Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise
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Lesh my slane cree as my choraa;
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My Soul her utmost Pow’rs shall raise,
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Marish sleih crauee soilshym’s magh,
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With private Friends, and in the Throng
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E ghloyr ta mooar, lesh kiaulleeaght.
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Of Saints his Praise shall be my Song.
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O! s’mooar ta obbraghyn y Chiarn,
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2 His Works, for Greatness tho’ renown’d,
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Va roïe as vees dy bragh er-mayrn;
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His wond’rous Works with Ease are found
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Dy aashagh er ny gheddyn magh,
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By those who seek for them aright,
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Lioroo ta er e ghoo graihagh.
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And in the pious Search delight.
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E obbraghyn t’er-skyn imraa,
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3 His Works are all of matchless Fame,
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Ta feeu jeh moylley son dy brâ;
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And universal Glory claim;
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E chairys neesht ta yindyssagh,
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His Truth confirm’d thro’ Ages past,
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Nee farraghtyn er son dy bragh.
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Shall to eternal Ages last.
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Lesh saraghyn t’eh goardrail shin,
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4 By Precept he has us enjoin’d,
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Dy chooinaght er e obbraghyn;
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To keep his wond’rous Works in Mind;
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As da sheelnaue dy hoilshagh magh
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And to Posterity record,
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E vieys vooar ayns kiaulleeaght.
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That good and gracious is our Lord.
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PSALM 119.[12]
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O cur my-ner my hrimshey, Hiarn,
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Ass treihys m’y livrey;
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Son dt’ haualtys ta mee geearree,
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Cuin vees my heaghyn rey?
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Agh mie te dou dy ve seaghnit,
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As smaghtit liorish m’ Ayr;
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Dy voddym shirrey ’s chyndaa hood,
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As shooyl ayns raaidyn cair.
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She oo ooilley yn gherjagh t’aym,
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Tra ta my chree failleil;
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Dty ghoo ta mee lhaih as geiyrt da,
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’S my pheccaghyn treigeil.
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Dty ghoo hug gien as gerjagh dou,
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Tra va mee seaghnit trome;
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Nonney va m’annym er vaagail,
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As leah er phaartail voym.
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Hiarn, chairal ta dty vriwnyssyn,
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Myr s’mie ta aym nish fys;
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As dy vel oo cur seaghyn dou,
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Ayns graih as ynrickys.
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Roish va mee smaghtit lesh seaghyn,
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Ren mee shooyl ass y raad;
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Agh nish ta mee freayll dt’ annaghyn,
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As bial da’n goo ayd.
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PSALM 121
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PSALM 121.
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Gys Cronk Sion ren mee jeeaghyn,
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1 To Sion’s Hill I lift my Eyes,
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Son cooney veih m’ er-reill;
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from thence expecting Aid;
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Gys Cronk Sion as cronk my Yee,
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2 From Sion’s Hill and Sion’s God,
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Chroo niau as ooilley’n seihll.
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who Heav’n and Earth has made.
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My annym eisht, gow us dty ea,
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3 Then, thou my Soul, in Safety rest;
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Yn Chiarn nee coadey oo;
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thy Guardian will not sleep:
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T’eh kinjagh dooisht freayll arrey cooie,
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4 His watchful Care that Isr’el guards,
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Er obbraghyn y chroo.
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will Isr’el’s Monarch keep.
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Fo scaa e skian bee sauchys ayd,
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5 Shelter’d beneath th’ Almighty’s Wings,
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Veih olk as dagh danjeyr;
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thou shalt securely rest,
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Yn ghrian ’sy laa, yn easyt ’syn oie,
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6 Where neither Sun nor Moon shall thee
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Cha jean ad dhyt aggair.
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by Day or Night molest.
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Veih olk as veih lhag-haghyrtyn,
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7 From common Accidents of Life
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Doaltattym cheet dty raad;
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his Care shall guard thee still;
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As veih ny noidyn s’niurinee,
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From Evils undesign’d, and Foes
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Nee taghyrt dy ve ayd.
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that lie in wait to kill.
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’Sy thie, er broad, ayns shee ny streeu,
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8 At Home, Abroad, in Peace, in War,
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Dty Yee nee oo ’endeil;
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thy God shall thee defend;
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Ayns sauchys nee dty chesmadyn
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Conduct thee thro’ Life’s Pilgrimage,
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Gys jerrey mie leeideil.
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safe to thy Journey’s End.
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PSALM 125
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PSALM 125
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“The Saint’s Trial and Safety.”
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Ad t’er y Chiarn nyn marrant coyrt,
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1 Who place on Sion’s God their Trust,
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Nee sauchey tannaghtyn;
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like Sion’s Rock shall stand;
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Ta son dagh cooney treishteil er,
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Ayns feme as arkyssyn.
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Nyn gredjue lajer shickyr vees,
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Ayns Creest yn carrey mie;
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As myr Sion nee farraghtyn,
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Like her immoveably be fixt
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Ayns dagh stayd mie ny sie.
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by his Almighty Hand.
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Cha ren voal ard as croink fendeil
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2 Look how the Hills on ev’ry Side
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Jerusalem gyn stroie;
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Jerusalem inclose,
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Myr ta’n Chiarn Jee e nooghyn freayll,
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So stands the Lord around his Saints,
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Dy sauchey as ayns shee.
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to guard them from their Foes.
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Ga dy der ny mee-chrauee daue
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3 The Wicked may afflict the Just,
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Aggair, seaghyn ’s tranlaase; 1905: translaase
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but ne’er too long oppress,
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Jee cha lhig lhieu yn varriaght,
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Lesh crout erbee ny saase.
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Cha sur e chloan ve ayns treihys,
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Ny trome er nyn seaghney;
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Dy jean ad ersyn mee-hreishteil,
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Nor force him by Despair to seek
|
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Ny gys drogh saaseyn chea.
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base Means for his Redress.
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Hiarn, bee kenjallagh as foayroil,
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4 Be good, O righteous God, to those
|
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Daue, mie as cairal ta;
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who righteous Deeds affect:
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Dauesyn ooilley ta reih as goaill
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The Heart that Innocence retains,
|
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Neu-loghtynys son scaa.
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let Innocence protect.
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Adsyn ta reih ny raaidyn olk,
|
5 All those who walk in crooked Paths,
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Vees laadit lesh treihys;
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the Lord shall soon destroy;
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As ad ta cairal kinjagh vees,
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Cut off th’ Unjust, but crown the Saints
|
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Ayns boggey as maynrys.
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with lasting Peace and Joy.
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PSALM 131
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PSALM 131
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Humility and Submission.
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O Hiarn, cha vel cree voyrnagh aym,
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1 O Lord, I am not proud of Heart,
|
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Ard-aignagh cha vel mee;
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nor cast a scornful Eye;
|
|
Chamoo my smooinaghtyn goit seose,
|
Nor my aspiring Thoughts employ
|
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Lesh reddyn ard, O Yee.
|
in Things for me to high.
|
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M’ ymmyrkey bea feer imlee ta,
|
2 With Infant Innocence thou know’st
|
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Gyn loght neesht my yannoo;
|
I have my self demean’d;
|
|
Gyn roon as olkys ta my chree,
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Compos’d to quiet, like a Babe
|
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Ôney meein myr lhiannoo
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that from the Breast is wean’d.
|
|
O lhig dooin ayns y Chiarn treishteil,
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3 Like me let Isr’el hope in God,
|
|
As geam son cooney da;
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his Aid alone implore;
|
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Kinjagh lhig er nyn marrant ve,
|
Both now and ever trust in him,
|
|
Ta bio er son dy brâ.
|
who lives for evermore.
|
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PSALM 133
|
PSALM 133
|
|
Brotherly Love.
|
|
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S’mooar shegin da’n vaynrys oc y ve:
|
1 How vast must their Advantage be!
|
|
S’mooar ta nyn gherjagh cree!
|
how great their Pleasure prove!
|
|
Ta gollrish braaraghyn ayns graih,
|
Who live like Brethren, and consent
|
|
Ayns aigney mie as shee.
|
in Offices of Love!
|
|
Ta graih braaragh gollrish yn ooill,
|
2 True Love is like the precious Oil
|
|
Deayrtit er kione Aaron;
|
which, pour’d on Aaron’s Head,
|
|
Roie ooilley sheese harrish e chorp,
|
Ran down his Beard, and o’er his Robes
|
|
Gys rhumbyl ’choamraghyn.
|
its costly Moisture shed.
|
|
Te gollrish druight er Cronk Hermon,
|
3 ’Tis like refreshing Dew, which does
|
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Ta cur er ve boggoil;
|
on Hermon’s Top distill;
|
|
Ny myr frassyn fliaghee meein,
|
Or like the early Drops that fall
|
|
Er Cronk Sion messoil.
|
on Sion’s fruitful Hill.
|
|
Son Sion ta yn ynnyd reiht,
|
4 For God to all, whose friendly Hearts
|
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Raad ta nyn Ree Mooar reill;
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with mutual Love abound,
|
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T’er ghialdyn bannaght da nyn lheid
|
Has firmly promis’d Length of Days
|
|
’S ver da e leighyn geill.
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with constant Blessings crown’d.
|
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PSALM 136
|
PSALM 136
|
|
God’s Wonders of Creation
|
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and Preservation.
|
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Da’n ooilley-niartal Jee,
|
1 To God the mighty Lord,
|
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Lhig dooin cur moylley mooar;
|
Your joyful Thanks repeat:
|
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Lesh aigney as lesh cree,
|
To him due Praise afford,
|
|
Dasyn ta wheesh ayns pooar,
|
As good as he is great.
|
|
Son Jee rieau va,
|
For God does prove
|
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Ny charrey dooin;
|
Our constant Friend,
|
|
E ghraih mooar hooin
|
His boundless Love
|
|
Vees son dy brâ.
|
Shall never end.
|
|
T’eh harrish ooilley reill,
|
2,3 To him whose wond’rous Pow’r
|
|
Lesh pooar feer niartal ta;
|
All other Gods obey,
|
|
Da, shegin dagh Ree cur geill,
|
Whom earthly Kings adore,
|
|
Ve ammyssagh dy brâ.
|
This grateful Homage pay.
|
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[13]Dty vyghin, Hiarn,
|
For God does prove
|
|
Myr va rieau hooin;
|
Our constant Friend,
|
|
Nee tannaghtyn,
|
His boundless Love
|
|
Dy bragh er-mayrn.
|
Shall never end.
|
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Lesh niart as pooar e ghoo,
|
4, 5 By his Almighty Hand
|
|
T’eh jannoo mirrilyn;
|
Amazing Works are wrought;
|
|
Ny niaughyn ren eh ’chroo,
|
The Heav’ns by his Command
|
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Yn aer ta er nyn skyn.
|
Were to Perfection brought.
|
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E ghrayse as pooar,
|
For God does prove
|
|
Vees choiee er-mayrn;
|
Our constant Friend,
|
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O moyll-jee’n Chiarn,
|
His boundless Love
|
|
Lesh boggey mooar.
|
Shall never end.
|
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Hug eh ny faarkaghyn,
|
6 He spread the Ocean round
|
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Chymmylt yn thalloo runt;
|
About the spacious Land;
|
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Dagh cheer foast tannaghtyn
|
And made the rising Ground
|
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Skyn ushtey, rish nyn ghrunt.
|
Above the Waters stand.
|
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Dty vyghin, Hiarn,
|
For God does prove
|
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Dty ghoo as pooar;
|
Our constant Friend,
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As dty ghloyr vooar,
|
His boundless Love
|
|
Vees choiee er-mayrn
|
Shall never end.
|
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Dagh soilshey t’ayn ren Jee,
|
7, 8, 9 Thro’ Heav’n he did display
|
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Eh ooilley creeney ta;
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His num’rous Hosts of Light;
|
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Yn ghrian ta hooin ceau bree,
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The Sun to rule by Day,
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As soilshey ayns y laa.
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E vyghin smoo,
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Nee tannaghtyn;
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As farraghtyn
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Dy bragh nee ’ghoo
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’N eayst ta caghlaa ayns pooar,
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The Moon and stars by Night.
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Dy chur dooin soilshey cooie;
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Rollageyn beg as mooar,
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Dy nyn leeideil ’syn oie.
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Son Jee rieau va
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For God does prove
|
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Ny charrey dooin;
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Our constant Friend,
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E vyghin hooin
|
His boundless Love
|
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Vees son dy brâ.
|
Shall never end.
|
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Dooin va ayns treihys vooar,
|
23, 24 He, in our Depth of Woes,
|
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Trooid peccah cherraghtyn;
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On us with Favour thought,
|
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Hug eh myghin as foayr,
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And from our cruel foes
|
|
As veih livrey eh shin.
|
In Peace and Safety brought,
|
|
Dty vieys, Hiarn,
|
For God does prove
|
|
Myr va rieau hooin,
|
Our constant Friend,
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Nee tannaghtyn,
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His boundless Love
|
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Dy bragh er-mayrn.
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Shall never end.
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Hug eh e Vac graihagh,
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Shin peccee dy hauail;
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Veih’n noid va eulyssagh,
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Dy voddagh shin scapail.
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E ghrayse as pooar,
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Vees choiee er-mayrn;
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O moyll-jee’n Chiarn,
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Lesh boggey mooar!
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Dagh cretoor ta geearree,
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25, 26 He does the Food supply,
|
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T’eh cur y veaghey da;
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On which all Creatures live:
|
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Lurg dooin cur gloyr da Jee,
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To God who reigns on high
|
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As moylley son dy brâ.
|
Eternal Praises give.
|
|
Dty vyghin, Hiarn,
|
For God will prove
|
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Dty ghoo as pooar;
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Our constant Friend,
|
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As dty ghloyr vooar,
|
His boundless Love
|
|
Vees choiee er-mayrn
|
Shall never end.
|
|
PSALM 138
|
PSALM 138
|
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Verym dhyt booise, O Hiarn, my Yee!
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1 With my whole Heart, my God and King,
|
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My voylley vees creeoil;
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thy Praise I will proclaim;
|
|
As kiongoyrt rish ny ainleyn ayds,
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Before the Gods with Joy I’ll sing,
|
|
Hood’s neeym padjer ’ghoaill.
|
and bless thy holy Name.
|
|
She ec dty hiamble casherick 1905: Shee
|
2 I’ll worship at thy sacred Seat;
|
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Ayns graih neeyms my hee;
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and with thy Love inspir’d,
|
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Er son dty ennym as dty ghoo,
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The Praises of thy Truth repeat,
|
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T’er-skyn dy chooilley nhee.
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o’er all thy Works admir’d.
|
|
S’cooidsave lhiat, Hiarn, dy lhiassagh rhym,
|
3 Thou graciously inclin’dst thine Ear,
|
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Tra ren mee geamagh ort;
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when I to thee did cry;
|
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As tra ren aggle girree seose,
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And when my Soul was press’d with Fear,
|
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Chur oo dou mooarane niart.
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didst inward Strength supply.
|
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Er yn oyr shen nee ard-gheiney,
|
4 Therefore shall ev’ry earthly Prince
|
|
Dty voylley fockley-magh;
|
thy Name with Praise pursue,
|
|
As liorish clashtyn goan dty veeal,
|
Whom these admir’d Events convince
|
|
Dy vel ad firrinagh.
|
that all thy Works are true.
|
|
Nee ad as ooilley goaill arrane,
|
5 They all thy wond’rous Ways, O Lord,
|
|
Jeh raaidyn mooar y Chiarn;
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with chearful Songs shall bless;
|
|
As nee ad gloyr y choyrt dasyn,
|
and all thy glorious Acts record,
|
|
Eh vees dy bragh er-mayrn.
|
thy awful Pow’r confess.
|
|
Son ga dy vel yn Chiarn feer ard,
|
6 For God, altho’ enthron’d on high,
|
|
Da’n boght t’eshyn coyrt geill;
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does thence the Poor respect;
|
|
Er son mooaralee ta’n Chiarn gra,
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The Proud far off, his scornful Eye
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Dy jean eh ad ’hreigeil.
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beholds with just Neglect.
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PSALM 139[15] [16]
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PSALM 139
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O Hiarn, t’ayd toiggal jee’m feer vie,
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1 Thou, Lord, by strictest Search hast known
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Shione dhyt my irree as my lhie;
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2 My rising up and lying down;
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T’ayd fys er m’ aigney ayns dagh nhee,
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My secret Thoughts are known to thee,
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Roish t’ad er ghientyn ayns my chree
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Known long before conceiv’d by me.
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T’ou ayns my raad as mysh my lhiaght,
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3 Thine Eye my Bed and Path surveys,
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Follit ny foshlit t’ayd jeh baght;
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My publick Haunts and private Ways;
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Ta fys ayd, Hiarn, cre baillym gra,
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4 Thou know’st what ’tis my Lips would vent,
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Roish ver my veillyn magh coraa.
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My yet unutter’d Words intent.
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Oo ren m’y chroo, oo ren my oaie,
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5 Surrounded by thy Pow’r I stand,
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Ta mee combaasit lesh dty roih;
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On ev’ry Side I find thy Hand.
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Slane tushtey jeed, O Yee my Ayr,
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6 O Skill, for human Reach too high!
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Cha vod keeayll dooinney cheet ny aar.
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Too dazzling bright for mortal Eye!
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Dy smooinin nish dy hirrey saase,
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7 O could I so perfidious be,
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Dy hea er-sooyl void, Yee ny grayse;
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To think of once deserting thee,
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C’raad yinnin veih dty enish roie,
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Where, Lord, could I thy Influence shun?
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Ny c’raad dy follit oddin soie?
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Or whither from thy Presence run?
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Dy voddin getlagh seose gys niau,
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8 If up to Heav’n I take my Flight,
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Coamrit ayns soilshey yn raad t’ou;
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’Tis there thou dwell’st enthron’d in Light,
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Dy voddin chea gys niurin heese,
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Or sink to Hell’s infernal Plains,
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Shen raad t’ou ooilley-niartal neesht.
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’Tis there Almighty Vengeance reigns.
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Dy voddin skianyn ’voghrey ’ghoaill,
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9 If I the Morning’s Wings could gain,
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As getlagh foddey veih my oayll;
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And fly beyond the Western Main,
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Ayns shen nee oo m’y gheddyn magh,
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10 Thy swifter Hand would first arrive,
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As m’y ghoaill seose myr dagh chimmagh.
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And there arrest thy Fugitive.
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PSALM 150
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PSALM 150
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Moyll-jee yn Chiarn ’syn ynnyd shen,
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1 O praise the Lord in that blest Place
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Veih ta dagh gioot mie hooinyn cheet;
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From whence his Goodness largely flows;
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Ayns gloyr raad ta e ghloyr soilshean,
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Praise him in Heav’n, where he his Face
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Raad ta e vieys vooar soilshit.
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Unveil’d in perfect Glory shows.
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Moyll-jee eh son t’eh er n’yannoo
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2 Praise him for all the mighty Acts,
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Obbraghyn mooar feer virrilagh:
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Which he in our Behalf has done;
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Moyll-jee eh myr t’eh dy hoilliu,
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His Kindness this Return exacts,
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As bee nyn mooise da son dy bragh. 1905: mwooise
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With which our Praise should equal run.
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Lhig dagh cretooor ta ennal ayn,
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6 Let all that vital Breath enjoy,
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Yn ennal shen, chouds t’eh er-mayrn,
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The Breath He does to them afford,
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’Hroggal gys Jee ayns y traa t’ayn;
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In just Returns of Praise employ;
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Lhig dagh cretoor coyrt gloyr da’n Chiarn.
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Let ev’ry Creature praise the Lord.
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