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Lioar Phadjeragh, 1777
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Tate & Brady, 1754[1]
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PSALM 1.
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Psalm 1.
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Bannit ta’n dooinney shen ta chea
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1 How blest is he who ne’er consents
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Veih olk dy chooilley raad ;
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by ill Advice to walk;
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Nagh vel lurg coyrle mee-chrauee shooyl,
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Nor stands in Sinners Ways, nor sits
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Ny soie ayns stoyl ny craid.
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where Men profanely talk.
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2 Agh mooarane taitnys t’eh dy ghoaill
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2 But makes the perfect Law of God
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Ayns ynrick leigh e Yee ;
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his Business and Delight;
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T’eh jannoo ’churrym jeh ’sy laa,
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Devoutly reads therein by Day,
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As smooinaght er ’syn oie.
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and meditates by Night.
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3 T’eh goll-rish billey soit rish awin,
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3 Like some fair Tree, which fed by Streams
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Ta bishaghey as gaase ;
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with timely Fruit does bend,
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Skeayley ’vanglaneyn trome lesh mess,
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He still shall flourish, and Success
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E ghuilley kinjagh glass.
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all his Designs attend.
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4 Agh vouesyn ta mee-arryssagh
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4 Ungodly Men and their Attempts
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Ta’n vaynrys vooar shoh freilt ;
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no lasting Root shall find;
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T’ad goll-rish coau sheebit lesh geay,
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Untimely blasted, and dispers’d
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Er feï-ny-cruinney skeaylt.
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like Chaff before the Wind.
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5 Ayns briwnys kiart ta faagit mooie
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5 Their Guilt shall strike the Wicked dumb
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Ny kimmee kyndagh treih ;
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before the Judge’s Face;
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T’ad eeb’rit magh veih nooghyn Yee,
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No formal Hypocrite shall then
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As sheshaght crauee sleih.
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amongst the Saints have Place.
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6 Son Jee ta moylley raad e Noo
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6 For God approves the just Man's Ways,
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As leagh mooar ver eh da ;
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to Happiness they tend;
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Agh eh ta geiyrt da raaidyn camm
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But Sinners, and the paths they tread,
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Ta cherraghtyn dy bra.
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shall both in ruin end.
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PSALM IV.
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Psalm 4.
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O Yee, my vriw, m’ er chosnee cair,
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1 O Lord, that art my righteous Judge,
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Jean myghin orrym, Hiarn,
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to my Complaint give Ear.
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Veih seaghyn hug oo dou livrey,
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Thou still redeem'st me from Distress:
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As ta mee foast er-mayrn.
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Have Mercy, Lord, and hear.
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2 Varvaanee hreih! O caid nee shiu
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2 How long will ye, O Sons of Men,
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Mysh m’ ennym ooasle craid ?
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to blot my Fame devise?
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Caid eiyrys shiu da eer fardail,
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How long your vain Designs pursue,
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Da scammyltyn, O caid?
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and spread malicious Lyes?
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3 Toig-jee dy vel yn dooinney mie
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3 Consider, that the righteous Man
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Goit stiagh myr reih ec Jee ;
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is God’s peculiar Choice;
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T’eh geaishtagh rish my phadjeryn
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And when to him I make my Pray'r,
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Tra ta mee huggey guee.
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he always hears my Voice.
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4 Lesh aggle crauee jean-jee chea
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4 Then stand in Awe of his Commands,
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Veih eiyrtys peccah trome ;
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flee ev’ry thing that’s ill;
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Smooinaghtyn mie gow shiu nyn gree,
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Commune in private with your Hearts,
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Gys Jee dy injil croym.
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and bend them to his Will.
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5 Yn oural cooie dy ynrickys
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5 The Place of other Sacrifice
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Jean-jee y hebbal da ;
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let Righteousness supply;
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Ayns jeerid jeeagh-jee gys y Chiarn,
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And let your Hope, securely fix’d,
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As treisht-jee ayn dy bra.
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on God alone rely.
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6 Mooaralee er cooid heihltagh soit
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6 While worldly Minds impatient grow
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Ta kinjagh geearree pooar ;
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more prosp’rous Times to see,
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Agh lhig da aalid dt’ eddin, Yee,
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Still let the Glories of thy Face
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Orryms soilshean ayns gloyr.
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shine brightly, Lord, on me.
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7 My chree myr shen feer ghennal vees
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7 So shall my Heart o’erflow with Joy,
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Roie harrish lane dy vree ;
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more lasting, and more true,
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Son cha nee feeyn ny arroo lesh,
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Than theirs who Stores of Corn and Wine
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Ver kuïnid cair ’sy chree.
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successively renew.
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8 Eisht lhie-ym sheese as hem gys fea,
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8 Then down in Peace I’ll lay my Head,
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Lesh aigney lane dy hee;
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and take my needful Rest;
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Son uss, O Hiarn, ta my endeil,
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No other Guard, O Lord, I crave,
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Ta coyrt dou fea ny hoie.
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of thy Defence possess’d.
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PSALM VIII.
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Psalm 8.
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O Hiarn, oo hene nyn ard chiannoort,
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1 O Thou, to whom all Creatures bow
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Dagh nhee ta fo dty reill ;
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within this earthly Frame,
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Erskyn ny Niaughyn ta dty ghloyr,
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Thro’ all the World how great art Thou!
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Ta dt’ ennym trooid y theihll.
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how glorious is thy Name!
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3 Obbyr dty laue tra hee’m ’syn aer,
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3 When Heav’n, thy beauteous Work on high,
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Ta staaynit lesh dty phooar ;
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employs my wond’ring Sight;
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Yn ghrian, yn eayst, rollageyn neesht
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The Moon, that nightly rules the Sky,
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Scart trooid yn ’eaynagh vooar.
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with Stars of feebler Light.
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4 Hiarn, cre ta dooinney, smooinee mee,
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4 What’s Man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov’st
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Dy ghoaill eh ayns e ghooie ?
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to keep him in thy mind?
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Ny cre ta ’lhuight ’sy chilley ayds,
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Or what his Offspring, that thou prov’st
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Dy beagh oo daue cha dooie ?
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to them so wondrous kind?
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5 Eh, sniessey da dty ainleyn noo
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5 Him next in Pow’r thou didst create
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Ayns gloyr, ren oo pointeil ;
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to thy celestial Train;
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6 Coamrit lesh pooar, myr Chiarn y seihll,
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6 Ordain’d with Dignity and State
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Er dt’ obbraghyn dy reill.
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o’er all thy Works to reign.
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7 Dagh dooghys ren oo bial da,
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7 They jointly own his pow’rful Sway;
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Myr daag oo orroo beoyn; 1769 baan
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the Beasts that prey or graze;
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8 Eeanlee ta bennalt trooid yn aer,
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8 The Bird that wings its airy Way;
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As eeaystyn snaue ’sy cheayn.
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the Fish that cuts the Seas.
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9 O Hiarn, oo hene nyn ard chiannoort,
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9 O Thou, to whom all Creatures bow
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Dagh nhee ta fo dty reill ;
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within this earthly Frame,
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Erskyn ny niaughyn ta dty ghloyr,
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Thro’ all the world how great art Thou!
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Ta dt’ ennym trooid y theihll.
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how glorious is thy Name!
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PSALM XV.
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Psalm 15.
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Quoi gys dty phlaase reeoil, O Hiarn,
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1 Lord, who’s the happy Man that may
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Myr reih nee goaill jurnaa ;
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to thy blest Courts repair?
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Cha nee myr joarree goaill aaght oie,
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Not Stranger-like, to visit them,
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Agh ayn dy reayll dy bra.
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but to inhabit there?
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2 She eshyn eh ta leeideil bea
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2 ’Tis he, whose ev’ry Thought and Deed
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Cordail rish leighyn Yee ;
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by Rules of Virtue moves;
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E smooinaght, obbyr as e raa,
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Whose gen’rous Tongue disdains to speak
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Reilt liorish foays e chree.
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the thing his Heart disproves.
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3 Eh nagh dug scammylt rieau, dy ghoaill
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3 Who never did a Slander forge
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Veih ’naboo e ghoo mie ;
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his Neighbour’s Fame to wound;
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As nagh dug cleaysh da’n tutlar broghe
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Nor hearken to a false Report,
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Ta shooyl veih thie dy thie.
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by Malice whisper’d round.
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4 Ta jeh drogh-yantee soiagh beg,
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4 Who Vice, in all its Pomp and Pow’r,
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Ga t’ad ayns stayd as pooar ;
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can treat with just Neglect;
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Agh jeh ny nooghyn ga t’ad boght,
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And Piety, tho’ cloath’d in Rags,
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T’eh kinjagh soiagh mooar.
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religiously respect.
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5 Quoi gys e ghialdyn as e loo
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5 Who to his plighted Vows and Trust
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Ta shassoo fegooish foill ;
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has ever firmly stood;
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As myr t’eh gialdyn t’eh cooilleen
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And, tho’ he promise to his Loss,
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Cre-wooads te da dy choayl.
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he makes his Promise good.
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6 Eh nagh jean goaill rour thack ny keesh
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6 Whose Soul in Usury disdains
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Ass argid, cooid ny airh,
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his Treasure to employ;
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Nagh jean goaill leagh ny gioot ro-laue,
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Who no Rewards can ever bribe,
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Dy phlooghey briwnys cair.
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the Guiltless to destroy.
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7 Eh ta myr shoh leeideil e vea,
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7 The Man, who by this steady Course
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Jeh maynrys shickyr t’eh ;
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has Happiness ensur’d,
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Ga ragh y seihl shoh bun-ry-skyn
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When Earth’s Foundation shakes, shall stand,
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Yiow eshyn slane livrey.
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by Providence secur’d.
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PSALM XVI. Verse 9.
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Psalm 16.
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Yn Chiarn ta mee er hoiagh roym,
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[I have set God always before me:
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Dy ve kiongoyrt rish m’ oaïe,
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for he is on my right hand,
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Lesh pooar e laue nee eh m’y reayll,
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therefore I shall not fall.][2]
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Nagh jean-ym tuittym veih.
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10 Er shen my chree ren gennal gaase,
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9 Therefore my Heart all Grief defies,
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My ghloyr ren boggey ’ghoaill ;
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my Glory does rejoice;
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My eill ghoys fea ayns slane treishteil
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My Flesh shall rest, in Hopes to rise,
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Jeh irree-reesht gerjoil.
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wak’d by his pow’rful Voice.
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11 Cre’n-oyr? cha jean uss lhiggey dooys,
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10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my Breath,
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Ayns stayd ny merriu lhie ;
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my Soul from Hell shalt free;
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Ny surranse da dt’ er-cash’rick cheet
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Nor let thy Holy one in Death
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Gys loauid ayns yn oaie.
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the least Corruption see.
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12 Jeeaghee oo dooys yn raad gloyroil
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11 Thou shalt the Paths of Life display,
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Nee m’y leeideil gys bea ;
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that to thy Presence lead;
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Ayns dt’ enish ta slane gerjagh lhie,
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Where Pleasures dwell without Allay,
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As maynrys son dy bra.
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and Joys that never fade.
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PSALM XIX.
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Psalm 19.
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Ny niaughyn, Hiarn, ta er nyn skyn,
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1 The heav’ns declare thy Glory, Lord,
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T’ad soilshagh magh dty ghloyr ;
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which That alone can fill;
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Obbyr dty laueyn heose ’syn aer,
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The Firmament and Stars express
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Ta prowal jeh dty phooar.
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their great Creator’s Skill.
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2 Caghlaaghyn kinjagh laa as oie
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2 The Dawn of each returning Day
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Cur toiggal dooin dy plain ;
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fresh Beams of Knowledge brings;
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Dy vel y phooar ren ad ’oardrail,
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From darkest Night’s successive Rounds
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Erskyn y roshtyn ain.
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divine Instruction springs.
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4[3] Ta sheean jeu ayns dy chooilley cheer,
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3 Their pow’rful Language to no Realm
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Yn feiyr oc trooid y theihll ;
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or Region is confin’d;
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Baght cronnal jeu ta er ny ghoaill
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’Tis Nature's Voice, and understood
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Liorish dy chooilley ’eill.
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alike by all Mankind.
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5 Cabbane ayns shen ren oo da’n ghrian,
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5 No Bridegroom, for his Nuptials dress’d,
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Speeint goll myr fer-noa-poost,
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has such a chearful Face;
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Magh ass e hiamyr, ny myr foawyr, 1769 foar
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No Giant does like him rejoice
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Ayns siyr dy roie e choorse.
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to run his glorious Race.
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6 E bree ta goll veih shiar gys sheear,
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6 From East to West, from West to East,
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Myrgeddin jiass as twoaie ; 1769 tooaï
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his restless Course he goes;
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Dagh ayrn jeh’n seihl t’ee geddyn magh,
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And thro’ his Progress, chearful Light
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Veg cha vel follit vo’ee.
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and vital Warmth, bestows.
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PART II.
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The Second Part.
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Leigh Yee te glen, chyndaa yn cree,
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7 God’s perfect Law converts the Soul;
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Gys craueeaght as foays ;
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reclaims from false Desires;
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Creenaght te coyrt da’n boght annoon,
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With sacred Wisdom His sure Word
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Soilshey ’sy ghorraghys.
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the Ignorant inspires.
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8 Ynrick ta slattyssyn y Chiarn,
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8 The Statutes of the Lord are just,
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Eunyssagh as gerjoil ;
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and bring sincere Delight;
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Ta ’anney, ronsit magh dy geyre,
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His pure Commands in Search of Truth
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Niartagh yn shilley moal.
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assist the feeblest Sight.
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9 Aggle y Chiarn ta shickyr soit,
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9 His perfect Worship here is fix’d,
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Er undin nagh jean craa;
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on sure Foundations laid;
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E leighyn corrym, er nyn dowse
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His equal Laws are in the Scales
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Ayns meighyn kiart dy bra.
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of Truth and Justice weigh’d.
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10 S’boght soylit huc ta meanyn airh,
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10 Of more Esteem than golden Mines,
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Ny’n airh hene ta roït voue ;
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or Gold refin’d with Skill;
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Yn vill, ny kerenyn-molley hene,
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More sweet than Honey, or the Drops
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Cha vel cha millish roo.
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that from the Comb distil.
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11 M’ Ir-choyrlee cooie treishteilagh ad,
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11 My trusty Counsellors they are,
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As raue’ghyn dooie foardrail;
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and friendly Warnings give;
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Leagh flaunyssagh ta gour nyn lheid,
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Divine Rewards attend on those
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Ta’n vea oc roo cordail.
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who by thy Precepts live.
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PART III.
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12 E skyrraghtyn quoi oddys ginsh,
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12 But what frail Man observes how oft
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E vennick goll jeh’n raad ?
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he does from Virtue fall?
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Veih m’ oiljyn follit glen mee, Hiarn, 1769 oilchin
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O, cleanse me from my secret Faults,
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Uss ta’n slane coontey ayd.
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Thou God that know’st them all.
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13 Ny lhig da peccah daaney, Hiarn,
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13 Let no presumptuous Sin, O Lord,
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M’y reayll fo reill e phooar ;
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Dominion have o’er me;
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Dy voddym’s sauchey fo dty scaa,
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That, by thy Grace preserv’d, I may
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Scapail yn olkys mooar.
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the great Transgression flee.
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14 My phadjer eisht, as booise my chree,
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14 So shall my Pray’r and Praises be
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Vees er ny lowal liort ;
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with thy Acceptance blest;
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As mish, fo sauchys dty endeil,
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And I, secure on thy Defence,
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Nee coyrt my varrant ort.
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my Strength and Saviour, rest.
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For GOOD FRIDAY.
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PSALM XXII.
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Psalm 22.
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My Yee, my Yee, jeeagh neose veih niau,
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1 My God, my God, why leav’st Thou me
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Jeeagh er my hrimshey trome ;
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when I with Anguish faint?
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Cre’n-fa t’ou nish er my hreigeil,
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O, why so far from me remov’d,
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As cummal foddey voym !
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and from my loud Complaint?
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2 My Yee, er fey-ny-laa hood geam
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2 All Day, but all the Day unheard,
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Cha vel oo clashtyn mee ;
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to Thee do I complain;
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As aash ny fea cha vel mee goaill
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With Cries implore Relief all Night,
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Er imbagh doo ny hoie.
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but cry all Night in vain.
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4 Ort hug nyn ayraghyn nyn dreisht,
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4,5[4] On Thee our Ancestors rely’d,
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Er dty endeilys fieau ;
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and thy Deliv’rance found;
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Lesh aghin jeean ghuee ad son couyr,
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With pious Confidence they pray’d,
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As ren oo cooney lhieu.
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and with Success were crown’d.
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6 Agh mish ta coontit myr beishteig,
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6 But I am treated like a Worm,
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Nagh ruggyr jeh sheelnaue ;
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like none of human Birth:
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Ta jiooldit magh veih sheshaght sleih,
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Not only by the Great revil’d,
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As jeeaghyn feohdagh daue.
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but made the Rabble’s Mirth.
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PART II.
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7 Ayns gearey floutagh ren y theay
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7 With Laughter all the gazing Croud
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Nyn ghing mooaralagh craa ;
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my Agonies survey;
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Sheeyney nyn meillyn magh ayns craid
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They shoot the Lip, they shake the Head,
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D’oltooaney mee as gra:
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and thus deriding say:
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8 Dooyrt eh, She mish mac graihagh Yee,
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8 “In God he trusted, boasting oft,
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Ayn ta my slane treishteil ;
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that he was Heav’n’s Delight;
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Lhig Jee cheet neose dy ghoaill e phaart,
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“Let God come down to save him now,
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My saillish eh hauail.
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and own his Favourite.”
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11 Ny treig mee ayns my heaghyn dowin,
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11 Withdraw not then so far from me,
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Ny follee dt’ eddin voym ;
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when Trouble is so nigh;
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Tar uss, my chouyr ; cha vel, my Yee,
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O send me Help! thy Help, on which
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Fer-coonee elley ayn.
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I only can rely.
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PART III.
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17 My laueyn ren ad ’hreiney trooid,
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[16b] They pierc’d my inoffensive Hands,
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Hrein ad my chassyn neesht ;
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they pierc’d my harmless Feet.
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As hass ad blakey seose nyn rheyrt,
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[17b] Yet such a Spectacle of Woe
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Gyn accan ny erreeish.
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as Pastime they behold.
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18 My gharmadyn ren ad y rheyn,
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18 As Spoil, my Garments they divide,
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Dagh unnane goaill e chron ;
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Lots for my Vesture cast:
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As hilg ad lottyn er my chooat,
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Son nagh row whaaley ayn.
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19 Ny treig mee ayns my heaghyn dowin,
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Ny follee dt’ eddin voym ;
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Tar uss, my chouyr; cha vel, my Yee,
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19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my Strength,
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Fer-coonee elley ayn.
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and to my Succour haste.
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PSALM XXIII.
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Psalm 23.
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Yn Chiarn eh-hene nee mish y rere,
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1 The Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
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Tra ta mee huggey geam ;
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vouchsafes to be my Guide;
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Yn bochil mie nee goaill kiarail,
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The Shepherd, by whose constant Care
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Nagh bee’m dy bragh ayns feme.
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my Wants are all supply’d.
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2 Ayns faiyr meenure[5] as lane dy vlaa,
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2 In tender Grass He makes me feed,
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T’eh kinjagh fassagh mee ;
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and gently there repose;
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Reesht m’y leeideil gys fynneraght,
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Then leads me to cool Shades, and where
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Yn raad ta geillyn roie.
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refreshing Water flows.
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3 My chree waggântagh t’eh chyndaa,
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3 He does my wand’ring Soul reclaim,
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Er graih e ennym hene ;
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and, to His endless Praise,
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As gynsagh mee cre’n aght dy hooyl,
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Instruct with humble Zeal to walk
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Ayns raaidyn jeeragh, glen.
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in His most righteous Ways.
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4 Ga dy beïn shooyl ayns coan y vaaish,
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4 I pass the gloomy Vale of Death,
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Cha bee’m ayns dooyt erbee ;
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from Fear and Danger free;
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Dty ’latt, dty lorg nee m’y endeil,
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For there His aiding Rod and stAff
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As kinjagh gerjagh mee.
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defend and comfort me.
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5 Neayr’s ta my Yee jeh mooad’s e ghraih,
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6[6] Since God does thus his wond’rous Love
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Er reayll my yea ass gaue ;
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through all my Life extend,
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Yn yea shen neem’s y hymney da,
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That Life to Him I will devote,
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As ayns e hiamble ceau.
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and in his Temple spend.
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PSALM XXIV.
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Psalm 24.
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Quoi eh hed seose gys cronk y Chiarn,
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[3b][7] O! who shall to that sacred Hill
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T’eh hene er reih er-lheh ;
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deserv’d Admittance find?
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As quoi vees ayns yn ynnyd shen,
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Goit stiagh lesh oltagh bea ?
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4 Eshyn ta shooyl ayns raaidyn glen,
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4 The Man whose Hands and Heart are pure,
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Veih moyrn ta freayll e chree ;
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whose Thoughts from Pride are free;
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Nagh jean molteyrys ayns e loo,
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Who honest Poverty prefers
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Son feeagh ny leagh erbee.
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to gainful Perjury.
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5 Shoh, shoh’n dooinney da nee’n Chiarn
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5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord
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E vannaght choyrt gagh-laa ;
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shall show’r his Blessings down,
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Vees lhieent lesh ynrickys e Yee,
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Who God his Saviour shall vouchsafe
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Jee, e haualtys brâ.
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with Righteousness to crown.
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PSALM XXV.
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Psalm 25.
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Gys Jee, ayn ta my hreisht,
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1 To God, in whom I trust,
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Lesh m’ annym as my chree,
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I lift my Heart and Voice;
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Nee’m padjer ghoaill; O Hiarn graysoil,
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2 O! let me not be put to Shame,
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Ny cur gys nearey mee.
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nor let my Foes rejoice.
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3 Ayns ynrickys dty raad,
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4,5[8] To me thy Truth impart,
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Jean mish, O Hiarn ’leeideil ;
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and lead me in thy Way;
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Jee my haualtagh, uss dy bragh;
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For thou art he that brings me Help,
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Nagh jean dy bragh failleil.
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on Thee I wait all Day.
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5 O smooinnee orrym, Hiarn,
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6 Thy Mercies, and thy Love,
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Ayns graih as myghin cooie ;
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O Lord, recal to mind;
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As dy graysoil jean tannaghtyn
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And graciously continue still,
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Da peccee boghtey dooie.
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as thou wert ever, kind.
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6 Lhig loght my aegid, Hiarn,
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7 Let all my youthful Crimes
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Ve dollit ass dty lioar ;
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be blotted out by Thee;
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As son dty vieys yindyssagh
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And, for thy wond’rous Goodness’ sake,
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Jeeagh dou dty ghrayse as foayr.
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in Mercy think on me.
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7 Dty vyghin as erreeish,
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8 His Mercy, and his Truth,
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T’ou soilshagh orrin, Hiarn ;
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the righteous Lord displays,
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Ny shaghrynee goaill gys dty raad,
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In bringing wand’ring Sinners home,
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As thie hood hene ad tayrn.
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and teaching them his Ways.
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8 Ny imlee as ny meen,
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9 He those in Justice guides
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Ayns ynrickys nyn mea,
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who his Direction seek;
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T’eh dy leeideil dy myghinagh,
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And in his sacred Paths shall lead
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Ayns raaidyn kiart as rea.
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the Humble and the Meek.
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9 Ta ooilley raaidyn Yee,
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10 Thro’ all the Ways of God
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Ayns firrinys gloyroil ;
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both Truth and Mercy shine,
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Dauesyn ta freayll e annaghyn,
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To such, as with religious Hearts,
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Dy myghinagh foayroil.
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to his blest Will incline.
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PSALM XXXII.
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Psalm 32.
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O s’maynrey ad, nyn beccaghyn,
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1 He’s blest, whose Sins have Pardon gain’d,
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Ta maiht daue liorish Jee,
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no more in Judgment to appear;
|
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Feaysley veih errey trome nyn loght
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2 Whose Guilt Remission has obtain’d,
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T’er yeearree veih nyn gree.
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and whose Repentance is sincere.
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3 Choud’s ren mee ayns my ommijys,
|
3 While I conceal’d the fretting Sore,
|
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Keiltyn my ghoghan baaish ;
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my Bones consum’d without Relief;
|
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My chraueyn chaill nyn mioyr fo’n laad,
|
All Day did I with Anguish roar,
|
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Shee cha row aym ny aash.
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but no Complaint asswag’d my Grief.
|
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6 Leah’s ren mee siyr dy skeayley royd,[9]
|
5[10] No sooner I my Wound disclos’d,
|
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Ayns padjer loght my vea ;
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the Guilt that tortur’d me within,
|
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Dty ghrayse as myghin hug dou couyr,
|
But thy Forgiveness interpos’d,
|
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As va my chree ec fea.
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and Mercy’s healing Balm pour’d in.
|
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7 Shoh stayd nyn lheid nagh gaill nyn draa,
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6 True Penitents shall thus succeed,
|
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Dy hirrey hoods son grayse ;
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who seek Thee whilst Thou mayst be found;
|
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Agh cronney ny mee-arryssee,
|
And, from the common Deluge freed
|
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Vees trimshey, pian as baase.
|
shall see remorseless Sinners drown’d.
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PSALM XXXIII.
|
Psalm 33.
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Verse 4.
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Goo’n Chiarn ta kiart, e chreenaght vooar
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4,5 For faithful is the Word of God,
|
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Harrish e obbyr sheeint ;
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his Works with Truth abound;
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Ta ’ghraih er cairys, as yn ooir
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He Justice loves, and all the Earth
|
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Ta lesh e vieys lhieent.
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is with his Goodness crown’d.
|
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6 Yn arch vooar ard ta er nyn skyn,
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6 By his Almighty Word, at first,
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Va soit magh lesh e laue ;
|
Heav’ns glorious Arch was rear’d;
|
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As ooilley’n cheshaght aalin t’ayn,
|
And all the beauteous Hosts of light
|
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Hug eh nyn doshiaght daue.
|
at this Command appear’d.
|
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7 Da’n faarkey hug eh boayl er-lheh
|
7 The swelling Floods, together roll’d,
|
|
Coyrt cagliagh lajer mysh ;
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he makes in Heaps to lie;
|
|
As chaglit stiagh myr ayns thie stoyr,
|
And lays, as in a Storehouse safe,
|
|
Nagh voddagh eh cheet rish.
|
the wat’ry Treasures by.
|
|
8 Lhig eisht slane cummaltee yn theihl,
|
8,9 Let Earth, and all that dwell therein
|
|
Ve roishyn atchimagh ;
|
before him trembling stand;
|
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9 Dagh nhee va jeant, hug biallys,
|
For when he spake the Word, ’twas made:
|
|
Leah’s haink y sarey magh.
|
’twas fix’d at his Command.
|
|
11 Shen ny ta’n Chiarn dy choyrt myr leigh,
|
11 Whate’er the mighty Lord decrees
|
|
Nee shassoo gyn caghlaa ;
|
shall stand for ever sure;
|
|
E haraghyn ta sealit seose,
|
The settled Purpose of his Heart
|
|
Nagh vod ve brisht dy bra.
|
to Ages shall endure.
|
|
PSALM XXXIX.
|
Psalm 39.
|
|
Verse 5.[11]
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|
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Hiarn, cur dty ghrayse as tushtey dou,
|
4 Lord, let me know my Term of Days,
|
|
Son toiggal cooie jee’m pene ;
|
how soon my Life will end;
|
|
Goaill gys my chree gyirrid my vea,
|
The wond’rous Train of Ills disclose,
|
|
Nagh vod ve foddey beayn.
|
which this frail State attend.
|
|
6 Jeeagh ; t’ou er chummey traa my vea
|
5 My Life, thou know’st, is but a Span,
|
|
Gys towshan giare myr reish ;
|
a Cypher sums my Years;
|
|
Ayns soylagh gys y veaynid ayds,
|
And ev’ry Man, in best Estate,
|
|
Fardail dagh dooinney eisht.
|
but Vanity appears.
|
|
7 Ta dooinney shooyl ayns caslys scaa,
|
6 Man, like a Shadow, vainly walks,
|
|
As lab’raght ayns fardail ;
|
with fruitless Cares oppress’d;
|
|
Sheer chaglym cooid, gyn fys quoi da,
|
He heaps up. Wealth, but cannot tell
|
|
Ny quoi nee’n soylley ’ghoaill.
|
by whom ’twill be possess’d.
|
|
8 Agh quoi er ta mish farkiaght, Hiarn,
|
7 Why then should I on worthless Toys,
|
|
Cre er m’ imnea baarail ?
|
with anxious Care, attend?
|
|
Orts ta mee coyrt my varrant slane,
|
On Thee alone my stedfast Hope
|
|
Cha jean oo mee hreigeil.
|
shall ever, Lord, depend.
|
|
PSALM XLV.
|
Psalm 45.
|
|
For CHRISTMAS DAY.
|
|
|
Ayns coyrt da’n ree ard-voylley cair,
|
1 While I the King’s loud Praise rehearse,
|
|
Ayns smooinaght dowin my chree ;
|
indited by my Heart,
|
|
2 My veeal ren goll myr laue screeudeyr,
|
My Tongue is like the Pen of him
|
|
Ta scrieu lesh aght as skhleï.
|
that writes with ready Art.
|
|
3 T’ou foddey s’aailey na sheelnaue,
|
2 How matchless is thy Form, O King!
|
|
Lesh grayse dty veeal ta loayrt ;
|
thy Mouth with Grace o’erflows;
|
|
Son dy vel Jee, dty Yee, gagh-laa,
|
Because fresh Blessings God on thee
|
|
Giootal e vannaght ort.
|
eternally bestows.
|
|
7 Dty stoyl-reeoil ta shickyr soit,
|
6 But thy firm Throne, O God, is fix’d
|
|
Nagh jean dy bragh caghlaa ;
|
for ever to endure;
|
|
Dty lorg lesh pooar nee kinjagh reill,
|
Thy Sceptre’s Sway shall always last,
|
|
Lesh leigh nagh vaill dy bra.
|
by righteous Laws secure.
|
|
PSALM LXVII.
|
Psalm 67.
|
|
Ayns myghin jeeagh dou foayr,
|
1 To bless thy chosen Race,
|
|
As bannee shin, O Hiarn ;
|
in Mercy, Lord, incline;
|
|
As lhig da soilshey gial dty vaish,
|
And cause the Brightness of thy Face
|
|
Er dt’ eiraght hene soilshean;
|
On all thy Saints to shine;
|
|
2 Dy vod dy chooilley cheer
|
2 That so thy wond’rous Way
|
|
Baght jeh dty raad y ghoaill ;
|
may through the World be known,
|
|
Ny ayrnyn mooie jeh’n seihl goaill-rish
|
While distant Lands their Tribute pay,
|
|
Dt’ haualtys spyrrydoil.
|
and thy Salvation own.
|
|
3 O lhig da dagh ashoon
|
3 Let diff’ring Nations join
|
|
Dty voylley fockley magh,
|
to celebrate thy Fame;
|
|
Lhig ooilley’n ooir lesh un choraa,
|
Let all the World, O Lord, combine
|
|
Cur moylley dhyt dy bragh.
|
to praise thy glorious Name.
|
|
4 Lhig dauesyn boggey ghoaill
|
4 O let them shout and sing
|
|
Lesh gennallys arrane ;
|
dissolv’d in pious Mirth,
|
|
Son uss y briw, dy cairagh kiart,
|
For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,
|
|
Nee briwnys dagh unnane.
|
shalt govern all the Earth.
|
|
5 O lhig da dagh ashoon
|
5 Let diff’ring Nations join
|
|
Dty voylley fockley magh ;
|
to celebrate thy Fame;
|
|
Lhig ooilley’n ooir lesh un choraa
|
Let all the World, O Lord, combine
|
|
Goaill ayrn ’sy chiaulleeaght.
|
to praise thy glorious Name.
|
|
6 Bee’n ooir eisht laadit trome
|
6 Then shall the teeming Ground
|
|
Lesh bratt dy chooilley vleïn ;
|
a large Increase disclose;
|
|
As bee mayd bannit liorish Jee,
|
And we with Plenty shall be crown’d,
|
|
Yn Jee graysoil ain hene.
|
which God, our God, bestows.
|
|
7 Ver Jee e vannaght dooin,
|
7 Then God upon our Land
|
|
Lesh palchey jeh dagh nhee ;
|
shall constant Blessings show’r,
|
|
As ooilley’n seihll nee aggle ’ghoaill,
|
And all the World in Awe shall stand
|
|
Roish pooar yn niartal Jee.
|
of his resistless Pow’r.
|
|
PSALM LXXXIV.
|
Psalm 84.
|
|
O Hiarn my Yee, maynrey nyn stayd,
|
4 O Lord of Hosts, my King and God,
|
|
Ta mennick ayns dty hie ;
|
how highly bless’d are they,
|
|
Geeck dhyts ayns shen nyn geesh dy ghloyr,
|
Who in thy Temple always dwell,
|
|
Lesh arryltys nyn gree.
|
and there thy Praise display!
|
|
5 Maynrys er maynrys gour nyn lheid,
|
5 Thrice happy they, whose Choice has Thee
|
|
Ta ayns dty scaa treishteil ;
|
their sure Protection made;
|
|
Myr troailtee gennal, geiyrt da’n raad
|
Who long to tread the sacred Ways
|
|
Ta gys dty hie leeideil.
|
that to thy Dwelling lead!
|
|
8 Veih niart dy niart t’ad gennal goll
|
7 Thus they proceed from Strength to Strength,
|
|
Jerkal rish maynrys bra,
|
and still approach more near,
|
|
Raad hee ad dt’ oaïe ayns gerjagh beayn
|
Till all on Sion’s holy Mount
|
|
Nagh jean dy bragh caghlaa.
|
before their God appear.
|
|
10 O baare lhiam eisht un laa vaarail,
|
10 For in thy Courts one single Day
|
|
Ayns chiamble noo my Yee ;
|
’tis better to attend,
|
|
Ny bleeantyn liauyr fud sleih gyn-ghrayse, 1769 gyn grayse
|
Than, Lord, in any Place besides
|
|
Gyn aggle ayns nyn gree.
|
a thousand Days to spend.
|
|
PSALM XC.
|
Psalm 90.
|
|
Hiarn, nyn saualtagh niartal rieau
|
1 O Lord the Saviour and Defence
|
|
D’ endeil dty reih hioltane ;
|
of us thy chosen Race,
|
|
Veih eash dy eash t’ou er ny ve
|
From Age to Age thou still hast been
|
|
Yn sauchys shickyr ain.
|
our sure abiding Place.
|
|
2 Roish my ren sleïtyn cheet er-ash,
|
2 Before thou brought’st the Mountains forth,
|
|
Roish ren oo’n seihll y chroo :
|
or th’ earth and World didst frame,
|
|
V’ou uss yn ooilley-niartal Jee,
|
Thou always were the mighty God,
|
|
Nish yn Jee cheddin oo.
|
and ever art the same.
|
|
3 T’ou caghlaa’n dooinney, Hiarn, gys joan,
|
3 Thou turnest Man, O Lord, to Dust,
|
|
Ass ren oo ’chummey eh;
|
of which he first was made;
|
|
Cha leah’s ta’n sarey raït, Chyndaa,
|
And when thou speak’st the Word, Return,
|
|
Sheign biallys y ve.
|
’tis instantly obey’d.
|
|
4 Son ayns dty hilley thousane bleïn
|
4 For in thy Sight a thousand Years
|
|
Cha vel agh myr un laa ;
|
are like a Day that’s past,
|
|
Ny myr oor ceaut er dromm ny hoie,
|
Or like a Watch in Dead of Night,
|
|
Nagh vel mooar geill ain da.
|
whose Hours unminded waste.
|
|
5 Goit myr lesh thooilley, ta shin stroit,
|
5 Thou sweep’st us off as with a Flood,
|
|
As chea myr dreamal oie :
|
we vanish hence like Dreams;
|
|
Gaase seose ’sy voghrey, goll-rish blaa
|
At first we grow like Grass that feels
|
|
Rere myr ta’n ghrian ceau bree.
|
the Sun’s reviving Beams:
|
|
6 Agh cre-erbee cha glass as te,
|
6 But howsoever fresh and fair
|
|
Cre-wooads yn aalid t’ayn :
|
its Morning Beauty shows;
|
|
Te giarit sheese, fiojit, as creen,
|
’Tis all cut down and wither’d quite
|
|
My jig y laa gys kione.
|
before the Ev’ning close.
|
|
10 Seihll dooinney three feed bleïn as jeih,
|
10 Our Term of Time is seventy Years,
|
|
Stiark ta goll seose er shen ;
|
an Age that few survive;
|
|
As my ta fer erbee cha trean
|
But if, with more than common Strength,
|
|
Dy heet gys kiare feed blein.
|
to Eighty we arrive;
|
|
11 E hroshid eisht cha bee eh veg
|
Yet then our boasted Strength decays,
|
|
Agh trimshey as angaish ;
|
to Sorrow turn’d and Pain:
|
|
Snaih’n vea (ta faase) vees brisht, as eisht,
|
So soon the slender Thread is cut,
|
|
Geyre farkiaght er ta’n baase.
|
and we no more remain.
|
|
PSALM XCV.
|
Psalm 95.
|
|
Lesh greïnyn kiaullee as coraa
|
1 O Come, loud anthems let us sing,
|
|
Lhig dooin coyrt booise da Jee ;
|
loud thanks to our Almighty King;
|
|
As boggey mooar ghoaill ayns y chreg,
|
For we our voices high should raise
|
|
Er ta nyn sauchys lhie.
|
when our salvation’s rock we praise.
|
|
2 Stiagh ayns e enish lhig dooin cheet
|
2 Into his presence let us haste,
|
|
Lesh moylley arrymagh ;
|
to thank him for his favors past;
|
|
Soilshagh nyn mooise lesh gennallys,
|
To him address in joyful songs
|
|
As psalmyn eunyssagh.
|
the praise that to his Name belongs.
|
|
3 Corneilyn sodjey magh yn ooir,
|
4 The depths of Earth are in his hand,
|
|
Ta echey ayns e laue ;
|
her secret wealth at his command;
|
|
Ta niart ny croink myrgeddin lesh
|
the strength of hills that threat the skies,
|
|
’Syn order hug eh daue.
|
subjected to his empire lies.
|
|
5 She eshyn ren y faarkey mooar,
|
5 The rolling Ocean’s vast abyss
|
|
Cur voalley lajer mysh ;
|
by the same sovereign right is his:
|
|
As lesh e phooar ren eh goardrail
|
’Tis moved by his Almighty hand,
|
|
Yn thalloo dy heet rish.
|
that formed and fix’d the solid land.
|
|
6 O tar-jee, lhig dooin ooashley ’choyrt,
|
6 O let us to his courts repair,
|
|
As loobey sheese nyn ghlioon ;
|
and bow with adoration there;
|
|
As croymmey gys y Chiarn nyn Yee,
|
Down on our knees devoutly all
|
|
Yn Jee hug toshiaght dooin.
|
before the Lord our Maker fall.
|
|
PSALM C.
|
Psalm 100.
|
|
1 O Ooilley shiuish fir-vaghee’n theihll,
|
1,2 With one Consent let all the Earth
|
|
Trog-jee kiaull ghennal gys y Chiarn :
|
to God their chearful Voices raise;
|
|
Eeck-jee nyn geesh da dy creeoil,
|
Glad Homage pay with awful Mirth
|
|
Insh-jee e voylley ayns arrane.
|
and sing before him Songs of Praise.
|
|
2 She eh yn Jee mooar ynrycan
|
3 Convinc’d that he is God alone,
|
|
Liorish ta shin as ooilley bio :
|
from whom both we and all proceed;
|
|
Shin t’eh er reih e phobble hene,
|
We, whom he chuses for his own,
|
|
Yn shioltane t’er nyn vassagh fo.
|
the Flock which he vouchsafes to feed.
|
|
3 Er e ghiat cash’rick gow-jee stiagh,
|
4 O enter then his Temple Gate,
|
|
As ayns e choort tra vees shiu sthie;
|
thence to his courts devoutly press,
|
|
Gow-jee arraneyn eunyssagh,
|
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
|
|
Gys moylley’n Jee ta riu cha mie.
|
and still his Name with Praises bless.
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4 Son mie ta’n Chiarn ’skyn smooinaghtyn,
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5 For he’s the Lord supremely good,
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E vyghinyn rieau shickyr va ;
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his Mercy is for ever sure:
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Feer ta e ghoo, as farraghtyn,
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His Truth, which all times firmly stood,
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Veih eash dy eash er son dy bra.
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to endless Ages shall endure.
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PSALM CIII.
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Psalm 103.
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PART II.[12]
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13 Jeeagh-jee cre’n chymmey ta ec ayr
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13 Yea, like as a father pitieth his own children: even so is the Lord merciful unto them that fear him.
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Jeh ’phaitchyn ayns nyn veme;
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Cha chymmoil cheddin daue ta Jee,
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T’ayns aggle ersyn geam.
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14 Eh ren shin shione nyn niart, cre te,
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14 For he knoweth whereof we are made: he remembereth that we are but dust.
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As cre’n stoo ta shin jeh ;
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Cre cha annoon ta’n dooghys ain,
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Nagh vel agh ooir as cray.
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15 Cre’n aght ta dooinney shymley ass,
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15 The days of man are but as grass: for he flourisheth as a flower of the field.
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As fioghey goll-rish faiyr ;
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Ny myr y blaa jiu aalin gaase,
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Agh mairagh skeilt er laare.
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16 Yn viljid as yn aalid t’ayn,
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16 For as soon as the wind goeth over it, it is gone: and the place thereof shall know it no more.
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Lesh feoght yn aer hed mow ;
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E ghuilley waagh chyndaa gys joan,
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Cha vaik oo ad ny smoo.
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PSALM CXVI.
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Psalm 116.
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Sacramental.
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O cre’n chyndaa ver-yms da Jee
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12,13 Then what Return to him shall I
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Son mooads e vannaghtyn ?
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for all his Goodness make?
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Feeyn y taualtys nee’m y ghoaill,
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I’ll praise his Name, and with glad Zeal
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Er baase Chreest cooinaghtyn.
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the Cup of Blessing take.
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Kainlt hoods, O Hiarn, son whilleen foays,
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16 By various Ties, O Lord, must I
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Shegin dou hood biallys ;
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to thy Dominion bow;
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Son va mee roie mac dt’ inney-veyl,
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Thy humble Handmaid’s Son before,
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Agh t’ou er m’ eaysley nish.
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thy ransom’d Captive now!
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Oural dy voylley chebbym dhyt,
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17,18 To Thee I’ll Off’rings bring of Praise;
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Son dt’ ennym casherick ;
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and, whilst I bless thy Name,
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As fenish dty slane agglish noo
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The just Performance of my Vows
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My vreearrey nee’m y eeck.
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to all thy Saints proclaim.
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Meetee ad ayns Jerusalem,
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19 They in Jerusalem shall meet,
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’Sy chiamble dagh unnane,
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and in thy House shall join,
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Coyrt moylley dhyts lesh un choraa,
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To bless thy Name with one Consent,
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As mâryms goalll arrane.
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and mix their Songs with mine.
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PSALM CXVII.
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Psalm 117.
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1 Ashoonee, cur-jee gloyr da’n Chiarn,
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1 With chearful Notes let all the Earth
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Lesh boggey eunyssagh ;
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to Heav’n their Voices raise;
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Lhig ooilley’n seihll lesh un choraa,
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Let all, inspir’d with godly Mirth,
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Goaill ayrn ’sy chiaulleeaght.
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sing solemn Hymns of Praise.
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2 E vyghin veiygh ta skeaylt dy lhean,
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2 God’s tender Mercy knows no Bound,
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E chairys gyn caghlaa ;
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his Truth shall ne’er decay:
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Dy gennal eisht eeck-jee nyn geesh,
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Then let the willing Nations round
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Dy ghloyr as moylley da.
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their grateful Tribute pay.
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PSALM CXIX.
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Psalm 119.
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1 O maynrey ad ta kinjagh shooyl,
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1 How bless’d are they who always keep
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Ayns raaidyn jeeragh Yee ;
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the pure and perfect Way!
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Ta streeu dy reayll yn cassan cair,
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Who never from the sacred Paths
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Gyn skyrraghtyn erbee.
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of God’s Commandments stray!
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2 O maynrey ad ta gys e leigh
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2 Thrice bless’d! who to his righteous Laws
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Coyrt biallys creeoil ;
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have still obedient been;
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Lesh jeeanid anmey imlee guee,
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And have with fervent humble Zeal
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Dy yannoo eh foayroil.
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his Favour sought to win!
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3 Nyn lheid ta kinjagh er nyn dwoaie,
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3 Such men their utmost Caution use
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Veih caslys olk dy chea ;
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to shun each wicked Deed:
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Tastagh dy reayll yn raad ta roue
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But in the Path which he directs
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Nagh gaill ad shilley jeh.
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with constant Care proceed.
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PART II.
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Dy hoiggal dt’ annaghyn reeoil,
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4 Thou strictly hast enjoin’d us, Lord,
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Ta’n sarey ayd’s, O Yee,
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to learn thy sacred Will;
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As ad dy reayll nyn gurrym ard
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And all our Diligence employ
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Lesh jeeanid smoo nyn gree.
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thy Statutes to fulfil.
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Oh eisht dy beagh eh dt’ aigney mie
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5 O then that thy most holy Will
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Trooid ooilley coorse my vea ;
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might o’er my Ways preside!
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Dy hoiagh roym cre’n aght nee’m shooyl,
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And I the Course of all my Life
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Uss my haualtagh bra.
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by thy Direction guide!
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Lesh dunnallys bee eisht my chree
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6 Then with Assurance should I walk,
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Ec fea ayns slane treishteil,
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from all Confusion free;
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Ayns gerjagh smoo dy vel my vea,
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Convinc’d, with Joy, that all my Ways
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Rish dt’ annaghyn coardail.
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with thy Commands agree.
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9 Cre’n aght yiow’n dooinney aeg yn skhleï
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9 How shall the Young preserve their Ways
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Dy kiart e vea ’leeideil ?
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from all Pollution free?
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Lesh jannoo kinjagh dt’ annaghyn
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By making still their Course of Life
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E sca veih broid yn ’eill.
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with thy Commands agree.
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Lesh arryltys my chree ta soit,
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10 With hearty Zeal for thee I seek,
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Dy yeeaghyn er dty hon ;
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to thee for Succour pray;
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Veih dt’ annaghyn ny lhig dou, Hiarn,
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O suffer not my careless STEPS
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Chyndaa er-shaghyryn.
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from thy right paths to stray.
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Dowin ayns my chree dty ghoo ta soit
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11 Safe in my Heart, and closely hid,
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My stoyr nagh jean failleil ;
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thy Word, my Treasure, lies;
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Nee cooney lhiam dy reayll fo chosh,
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To succour me with timely Aid,
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Mee-viallys yn eill.
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when sinful Thoughts arise.
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My annym booisal, myr shoh reilt,
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12 Secur’d by that, my grateful Soul
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Dy kinjagh ver dhyt gloyr ;
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shall ever bless thy Name:
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Veih’n traa shoh magh, lhig da my vea
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O teach me then by thy just Laws,
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Ve coadit lesh dty phooar.
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my future Life to frame.
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33 Ynsee mee ayns dty leighyn, Hiarn,
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33 Instruct me in thy statutes, Lord,
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Dty raaidyn soilshee dou ;
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thy righteous Paths display;
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Ooilley my laghyn eiyr-yms daue,
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And I from them, through all my Life,
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Cha jem er-shaghryn voue.
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will never go astray.
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34 My nee uss creenaght y chur dou
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34 If thou true Wisdom from above
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Yn creenaght flaunyssagh ;
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wilt graciously impart,
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Nee’m goaill dty leighyn gys my chree,
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To keep thy perfect Laws I will
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As freill-ym ad dy bragh.
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devote my zealous Heart.
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35 Jean uss ayns cassan rea dty ghoo
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35 Direct me in the sacred Ways
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My immeeaght kiart leeideil ;
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To which thy Precepts lead;
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Ny lhig da’n caslys sloo dy olk,
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Because my chief Delight has been
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M’y chummal fo e reill.
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thy righteous Paths to tread.
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Orryms fo kiangley dty harvaant
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38 Confirm the Promise which thou mad’st,
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Cur soilshey gennal dt’ oaie ;
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and give thy Servant Aid [...]
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Dy hoiggal as dy reayll dty ghoo
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36 Do thou to thy most just Commands
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Lesh jeeanid lhieen my chree.
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incline my willing Heart [...]
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89 Dy bragh, O Hiarn, as son dy bragh,
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89 For ever, and for ever, Lord,
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Dty stayd cha bee ec kione ;
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unchang’d thou dost remain;
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Trooid ooilley’n aer t’ou cummal seose
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Thy Word, establish’d in the Heav’ns,
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Dy chooilley chruinnyd t’ayn.
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does all their Orbs sustain.
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Veih eash gys eash ta dt’ ynrickys
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90 Thro’ circling Ages, Lord, thy Truth
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Gyn scughey shassoo beayn ;
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immoveable shall stand,
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Ta’n ooir myrgeddln shickyr soit,
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As doth the Earth, which thou uphold’st
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Lesh dty phooar niartal hene.
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by thy Almighty Hand.
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Ta dagh nhee t’ayn cur lhieu nyn goorse,
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91 All things the Course by thee ordain’d
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Myr ren oo daue pointeil ;
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ev’n to this Day fulfil;
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T’ad ooilley bial da dty phooar,
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They are the faithful Subjects all,
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Sharvaantyn fo dty reill.
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and Servants of thy Will.
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Hee’m dy bee jerrey er dagh nhee,
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96 I’ve seen an End of what we call
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Nagh var ad son dy bra,
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Perfection here below:
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Agh lheead dty leighyn’s goll rhyt hene,
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But thy Commandments, like Thyself,
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Cha jean dy bragh caghlaa.
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no Change or Period know.
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PSALM CXXII.
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Psalm 122.
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S’mooar va my voggey eunyssagh
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1 O ’Twas a joyful Sound to hear
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Tra cheayll mee’n pobble gra,
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our Tribes devoutly say,
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Lhig dooin goll seose gys thie yn Chiarn,
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Up, Israel, to the Temple haste,
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Shirveish dy yannoo da.
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and keep your Festal Day.
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Gys shen, lhig dooin nyn gesmadyn
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2 At Salem’s Courts we must appear
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Dy cheilley y leeideil ;
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with our assembled Pow’rs,
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Son shen y raad, ta Jee ny ghloyr
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3 In strong and beauteous Order ranged,
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Coyrt bannaght as speedeil.
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like her united Tow’rs.
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Gys shen, myr tribeyn Israel
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4 ’Tis thither, by Divine Command,
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Lhig dooin goll seose as guee ;
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the Tribes of God repair,
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Moylley, as gloyr, as booise dy bragh
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Before his Ark to celebrate
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Da’n ooilley-niartal Ree.
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his Name with Praise and Pray’r.
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Son shen y raad t’eh soilshagh dooin
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5 Tribunals stand erected there,
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E vriwnys as e ghrayse ;
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where Equity takes place [...]
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O gow-jee padjer eisht gys Jee,
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6 O pray we then for Salem’s Peace,
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Son shee as myghin d’ aase.
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for they shall prosp’rous be [...]
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O bannit son dy bragh t’ad shen
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7 May Peace within thy sacred Walls
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Ta son dty vaynrys guee ;
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a constant Guest be found,
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Shee dy row ayns dty voallaghyn,
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With Plenty and Prosperity
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As ayns dty chooyrtyn shee !
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thy Palaces be crown’d.
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Feoiltys as palchey dy row lhiat,
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8 For my dear Brethren’s sake, and Friends
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As shoh my phadjer jeean ;
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no less than Brethren dear,
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My chaarjyn as my ainjyssee
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I’ll pray, — May Peace in Salem’s Tow’rs
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Dy chosney’n bannaght beayn.
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a constant Guest appear.
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S’mooar ta my ghraih son thie yn Chiarn,
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9 But most of all I’ll seek thy Good,
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As shen-y-fa nee’m streeu ;
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and ever wish thee well,
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Dy voddym son my aigney mie
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For Sion and the Temple’s sake,
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Ve jeh dty vyghin feeu.
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where God vouchsafes to dwell.
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PSALM CXXXV.
|
Psalm 135.
|
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O cur-jee moylley ard da’n Chiarn,
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1 O Praise the Lord with one Consent,
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Jeh ’ennym sheer gimraa,
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and magnify his Name;
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As jean-jee shiuish, shirveishee’n Chiarn,
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Let all the Servants of the Lord
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Ard voylley feeu ’chur da.
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his worthy Praise proclaim.
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2 O moyll-jee eh shiuish ta tendeil
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2 Praise him all ye that in his House
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E hie lesh jeeanid cree ;
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attend with constant Care;
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Marish y vooinjer t’ec y voard,
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With those that to his outmost Courts
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Coyrt moylley cooie da’n Ree.
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with humble Zeal repair.
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3 Ta’n Chiarn graysoil, gow-jee arrane
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3 For this our truest Int’rest is,
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Lesh boggey-flaunyssagh ;
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glad Hymns of Praise to sing;
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Dy eeck nyn geesh dy voylley cair,
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And with loud Songs to bless his Name,
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Cre ta cha eunyssagh ?
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a most delightful thing.
|
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PSALM CXLIII.
|
Psalm 143.
|
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Eaisht rish my ghuee, Hiarn, as gys m’ eam
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1 Lord hear my Pray’r, and to my Cry
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Cur cleaysh as bee foayroil ;
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thy wonted Audience lend;
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As lurg dty ghialdyn firrinagh ;
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In thy accustom’d Faith and Truth
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Cur dou ansoor graysoil.
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a gracious Answer send.
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2 Ec stoyl dty vriwnys dy ve try’t
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2 Nor at thy strict Tribunal bring
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Ny briwnys mee dy geyre ;
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thy Servant to be try’d;
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Son ayns dty hilley dooinney bio
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For in thy Sight no living Man
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Cha vel veih peccah seyr.
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can e’er be justify’d.
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5 Smooin-ym er laghyn foddey ceaut,
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5 I call to mind the Days of old,
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As yindyssyn dty laue ;
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and Wonders thou hast wrought:
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Er cre cha mennick ta dty phooar
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My former Dangers and Escapes
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Er my livrey ayns gaue.
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employ my musing Thought.
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6 Lesh padjer imlee sheeyn-ym hood
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6 To thee my Hands in humble Prayer
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Dy jeean my laueyn magh ;
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I fervently stretch out;
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My chree ort geam, myr thalloo losht
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My soul for thy Refreshment thirsts,
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Feme fliaghey ymmyrchagh.
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like Land oppress’d with Drought,
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7 Eaisht rhym dy leah, ta mee failleil,
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7 Hear me with Speed; my Spirit fails;
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Voym, Hiarn, ny chyndaa dt’ oaie,
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thy Face no longer hide,
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Nagh bee’m goll roo ta gyn treishteil,
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Lest I become forlorn, like them
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Heese dowin nyn lhie ’syn oaie.
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that in the Grave reside.
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8 Dty aigney graihagh soilshee dou,
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8 Thy Kindness early let me hear,
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Son ta my varrant ort;
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whose Trust on thee depends;
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Jeeagh dou yn raad ayn lhisin shooyl
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Teach me the Way where I should go;
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Hood dy vod m’ annym troailt.
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my Soul to thee ascends.
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10 Uss, uss, my Yee, gys dt’ aigney mie,
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10 Thou art my God, thy righteous Will
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Ynsee dou biallys ;
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instruct me to obey;
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Lhig da dty Spyrryd my leeideil,
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Let thy good Spirit lead and keep
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Ayns raad ny ynrickys.
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my Soul in thy right Way.
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PSALM CXLV.
|
Psalm 145.
|
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Ard-voylley dhyt, O Hiarn, my ree
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1,2 Thee I’ll extol, my God and King,
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Ard-ooashley dhyt dy bra ;
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Thy endless Praise proclaim;
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Dy choyrt dhyt booise choud as vee’m bio
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This Tribute daily I will bring,
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My churrym kainlt gagh-laa.
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and ever bless thy Name.
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3 Dty ghloyr, O Hiarn, cha vod my ghlare
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3 Thou, Lord, beyond Compare art great,
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’Chur magh lesh ooashley feeu ;
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and highly to be prais’d;
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4 Dty ooashley t’eh erskyn my phooar,
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Thy Majesty, with boundless Height,
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Dy chormal lesh my ghoo.
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above our Knowledge rais’d.
|
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5 Dty obbraghyn bee cooinaght jeu
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4 Renown’d for mighty Acts, thy Fame
|
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Gys earishyn gyn kione ;
|
to future Times extends;
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6 Ooashley dty ghloyr ta soilshit magh
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From Age to Age thy glorious Name
|
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Ayns firrinys dty ghoan.
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successively descends.
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7 Tra vees dty voylley as dty ghloyr
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5,6 Whilst I thy Glory and Renown,
|
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Ayns bingys soilshit magh ;
|
and wond’rous Works express;
|
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Lhig dagh sheeloghe lesh un arrane
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The world with me thy Might shall own,
|
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Goaill ayrn ’sy chiaulleeaght.
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and thy great Pow’r confess.
|
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8 Dty ghraih hymmoil as surranse liauyr
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7 The Praise that to thy Love belongs,
|
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T’ad gerjaghey sheelnaue ;
|
they shall with Joy proclaim [...]
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9 Dty vyghin veiygh dy bragh erskyn
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8 The Lord is good; fresh Acts of Grace
|
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Eer obbraghyn dty laue.
|
his Pity still supplies [...]
|
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10 Dty obbraghyn t’ad fockley magh
|
9,10 Thy Love thro’ Earth extends its Fame,
|
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Dty voylley as dty ghloyr ;
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to all thy Works exprest;
|
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Dty nooghyn taggloo jeh dty niart,
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These shew thy Praise, whilst thy great Name
|
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Dty vieys as dty phooar.
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is by thy Servants blest.
|
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12 Dty stoyl reeoil ayns stayd te soit
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13 His stedfast Throne, from Changes free,
|
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Te stoamit magh dy lhean,
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shall stand for ever fast;
|
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Reill dty reeriaght te farraghtyn,
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His boundless Sway no End shall see,
|
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As rish dty phooar co-beayn.
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but Time itself out-last.
|
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14 T’ou sheeyney magh dty laue, O Hiarn,
|
14,15 The Lord does them support that fall,
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As troggal seose y boght;
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and makes the Prostrate rise;
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T’ou cooney lesh dagh ymmyrchagh
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For his kind Aid all Creatures call,
|
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Ta ceau e hraa gyn loght.
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who timely Food supplies.
|
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21 Lesh rere my phooar nee’m goaill arrane
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21 My Time to come, in Praises spent,
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Dy voylley hoods, O Hiarn,
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shall still advance his Fame,
|
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As lhig dy chooilley eill cur booise
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And all Mankind with one Consent
|
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Choud as vees seihll er-mayrn.
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for ever bless his Name.
|
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PSALM CXLV.[13]
|
Psalm 145.
|
|
Dhyts ver-ym booise, my Hiarn as ree,
|
1,2 Thee I’ll extol, my God and King,
|
|
Dty voylley hoilsh-ym magh ;
|
Thy endless Praise proclaim;
|
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Shoh currym goym myr keesh dy eeck,
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This Tribute daily I will bring,
|
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As bannee-ym oo dy bragh.
|
and ever bless thy Name.
|
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T’ou Chiarn erskyn yn roshtyn ain
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3 Thou, Lord, beyond Compare art great,
|
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Dy choyrt dhyt moylley cair ;
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and highly to be prais’d;
|
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Dt’ ard-ooashley ta erskyn nyn maght,
|
Thy Majesty, with boundless Height,
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Ta’n tushtey ain ro ghiare.
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above our Knowledge rais’d.
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Dty obbyr niartal trooid y theihll,
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4 Renown’d for mighty Acts, thy Fame
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Vees loayrit jeh dy bra,
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to future Times extends;
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Dt’ ennym gloyroil veih eash dy eash
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From Age to Age thy glorious Name
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Vees kinjagh er n’imraa.
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successively descends.
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Tra ta mish loayrt jeh dt’ obbraghyn,
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5,6 Whilst I thy Glory and Renown,
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As soilshagh magh dty ghloyr,
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and wond’rous Works express;
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Eisht marym’s nee yn seihll goaill-rish
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The World with me thy Might shall own,
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Dty niart as mooads dty phooar.
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and thy great Pow’r confess.
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Cooinaghtyn jeh dty chenjallys
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7 The praise that to thy Love belongs,
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Vees soilshit trooid y theihll,
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they shall with Joy proclaim;
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Jeh dt’ ynrickys ghoys ad arrane,
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Thy Truth of all their grateful Songs
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Cha jed eh ass nyn meeal.
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shall be the constant Theme.
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Yn Chiarn t’eh dooie as myghinagh,
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8 The Lord is good; fresh Acts of Grace
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Arryltagh dy hauail,
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his Pity still supplies;
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E chorree shooyl lesh kesmad moal
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His Anger moves with slowest pace,
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E vyghin cheet nyn gwaill.
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his willing Mercy flies.
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Dty ghraih ta roshtyn trooid y theihll,
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9,10 Thy love thro’ Earth extends its Fame,
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Gys dagh nhee ren oo ayn,
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to all thy Works exprest;
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Dty nooghyn coyrt dhyt moylley’s gloyr,
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These show thy Praise, whilst thy great Name
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As booisal er y hon.
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is by thy Servants blest.
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Gloyr dty reeriaght kiongoyrt roo soit,
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11 They, with the glorious Prospect fir’d,
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Te greesagh ad dy loayrt,
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shall of thy Kingdom speak;
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As da dty phooar smoo niartal ard,
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And thy great pow’r, by all admir’d,
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Bee moylley er ny choyrt,
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their lofty Subjects make.
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Dty stoyl-reeoil ta shickyr soit,
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13 His stedfast Throne, from Changes free,
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Gyn scughey ny caghlaa,
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shall stand for ever fast;
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Dty lorg lesh pooar nee kinjagh reill,
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His boundless sway no End shall see,
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Lurg kione ve er dagh traa.
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but Time itself out-last.
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Sooill dagh cretoor ort’s, Hiarn, ta fieau,
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16 What’er their various Wants require,
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Son cooney hood’s t’ad geam :
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with open Hand he gives;
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Dty laue t’ou fosley, as coyrt daue,
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And so fulfils the just Desire
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Dy chooilley nhee t’ad feme.
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of ev’ry thing that lives.
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Ynrick ta’n Chiarn, e raaidyn kiart,
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19 He grants the full Desires of those
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E vyghin kinjagh meiygh :
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who him with Fear adore;
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Er-gerrey daue ta huggey geam,
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And will their Troubles soon compose,
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Ayns firrinys nyn gree.
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when they his Aid implore.
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My hraa ta roym neem’s y vaarail,
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21 My time to come, in Praises spent,
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Ayns dty hirveish, O Hiarn,
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shall still advance his Fame,
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As lhig dy chooilley eill cur booise,
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And all Mankind, with one Consent,
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Choud as vees seihl er-mayrn.
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for ever bless his Name.
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PSALM CXLVI.
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Psalm 146.
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O m’ annym,eeck da’n Chiarn e cheesh
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1,2 O Praise the Lord, and thou, my Soul
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Dy voylley ard dy bra ;
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forever bless his Name;
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As gow arrane jeh mieys Yee
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His wond’rous Love, while Life shall last,
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Ta coadey oo gagh laa.
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my constant Praise shall claim.
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2 Ny cur dty hreisht ayns Prince erbee
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3 On Kings, the greatest Sons of Men,
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Ny foast ayns niart yn eïll ;
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let none for Aid rely;
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Son s’moal y chooney t’ayns nyn laue
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They cannot save in dang’rous Times,
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Voish seaghyn dy endeil.
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nor timely Help apply.
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3 Spooilt jeh nyn ennal t’ad goll mow,
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4 Depriv’d of Breath, to Dust they turn,
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T’ad tuittym reesht ayns joan ;
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and there neglected lie,
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Ayns loauys eajee coayl nyn mree,
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And all their Thoughts and vain Designs
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Nyn niart as stayd ec kione.
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together with them die.
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4 Eisht s’maynrey t’eh ta ’varrant soit,
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5 Then happy he, who Jacob’s God
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Son coadey er e Yee ;
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for his Protector takes;
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Ta goaill Jee Yacob son e niart,
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Who still, with well-plac’d Hope, the Lord
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T’eh ceau e hraa ayns shee.
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his constant Refuge makes.
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5 Son Jee ren niau, yn ooir, as keayn,
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6 The Lord, who made both Heav’n and Earth,
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As dagh nhee ayndoo ta :
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and all that they contain,
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E ghialdynys t’eh cummal seose,
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Will never quit his stedfast Truth,
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As niartal son dy bra.
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nor make his Promise vain.
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6 Yn boght cha lhig eh ve gyn cour,
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7 The Poor opprest, from all their Wrongs
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Tra huittys eh ayns feme;
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are eas’d by his Decree;
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Ny accryssee t’eh jannoo magh,
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He gives the Hungry needful Food,
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As clashtyn rish nyn eam.
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and sets the Pris’ners free.
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7 Yn joarree as yn chloan gyn-ayr,
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8 By him the Blind receive their Sight,
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Ta ard-chiarailys Yee ;
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the Weak and Fall’n he rears;
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Dy veaghey lesh y palchey smoo
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With kind Regard and tender Love
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Yn traa t’ad huggey roie.
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he for the Righteous cares.
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8 Trimshey’n ven-treoghe tra t’ee ayns feme
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9 The Strangers he preserves from Harm,
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Ta Jee coyrt tastey da ;
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the Orphan kindly treats,
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Agh raaidyn olk mee-viallee,
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Defends the Widow, and the Wiles
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T’eh bun-ry-skyn chyndaa.
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of wicked Men defeats.
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Ta’n ooilley-niartal Chiarn ny ree,
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10 The God, that does in Sion dwell,
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Dy bragh ayns Sion reïll ;
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is our eternal King:
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Veih eash dy eash ta ’phooar goll magh
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From Age to Age his Reign endures;
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As roshtyn er y theihll.
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let all his Praises sing.
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PSALM CXLVII.
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Psalm 147.
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O Moyllee-jee yn Chiarn t’ayns niau,
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1 O Praise the Lord with Hymns of joy,
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As insh-jee magh e ghoo ;
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and celebrate his Fame;
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Son s’mie as stooamey t’eh dy loayrt,
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For pleasant, good, and comely ’tis
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Ayns booise da ’ennym noo.
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to praise his holy Name.
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Yn cree ta brisht lesh seaghyn trome,
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3,4 He kindly heals the broken Hearts,
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Dy leah t’eh jannoo slane ;
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and all their Wounds does close;
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As earroo ny rollageyn heose ;
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He tells the Number of the Stars,
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T’eh coontey dagh unnane.
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their sev’ral Names he knows.
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S’mooar ta yn Chiarn as s’mooar e niart
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5,6 Great is the Lord, and great his Pow’r,
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E chreenaght as e phooar;
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his Wisdom has no Bound;
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Ny meen t’eh troggal, agh drogh leih
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The Meek he raises, and throws down
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T’eh lhieggal gys yn ooir.
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the Wicked to the Ground.
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Gys Jee nyn Jiarn, arraneyn bing
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7 To God, the Lord, a Hymn of Praise
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Gow-jee lesh ard-choraa.
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with grateful Voices sing;
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Er greïnyn kiaullee, dy creeoil,
|
To songs of Triumph tune the Harp,
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Coyrt booise as moylley da.
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and strike each warbling String.
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Ny sleityn heose as coanyn wass
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[8b] Thro’ him, on Mountain-tops, the Grass
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T’eh jannoo magh lesh troar ;
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With wondrous Plenty grows.
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Myr shoh ta dagh cretoor goaill ayrn,
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Jeh ’vieys as e ’oayr.
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Son maase as ollagh t’eh kiarail,
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9 He, savage Beasts, that loosely range,
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Nyn veme t’eh cur-my-ner ;
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with timely Food supplies;
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As eer son eeanlee feïe yn aer,
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He feeds the Ravens tender Brood,
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Yn traa t’ad geamagh er.
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and stops their hungry Cries.
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Yn aer t’eh coodagh doo as dowin,
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8a He covers Heav’n with Clouds, and thence
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Lesh bodjallyn as kay ;
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Laadit lesh fliaghey as lesh druight,
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refreshing Rain bestows;
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Yn ooir dy yannoo meay.
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Cha nee er niart yn dooinney trean,
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10 He values not the warlike Steed,
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Dy chooney lesh t’eh treisht ;
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but does his Strength disdain;
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Ny foast er troshid mooar y niagh,
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The nimble Foot that swiftly runs,
|
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My s’lajer ta yn veisht.
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no Prize from him can gain.
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Agh graih as kenjallys y Chiarn
|
11 But he, to him that fears his Name,
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T’eh soilshaghey dy keiyn ;
|
his tender Love extends;
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Da’n dooinney imlee, crauee shen
|
To him that on his boundless Grace
|
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Ta firrinagh da hene.
|
with stedfast Hope depends.
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PART II.
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Bannee dty Hiarn, Yerusalem,
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12,13 Let Sion and Jerusalem
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As uss, O Sion, lheïe ;
|
to God their Praise address,
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Ta voish dty ghiattyn geiyrt dty noid,
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Who fenc’d their Gates with massy Bars,
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Guard er dty chloan cheu-sthie.
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and does their Children bless.
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Harrish dty ream t’eh skeayley shee,
|
14 Thro’ all their Borders he gives Peace,
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Ga ta dty noidyn troo ;
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Lesh flooyr y churnaght s’miljey neesht
|
with finest Wheat they’re fed;
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Ta Jee dy veaghey oo.
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Ta’n ooilley-niartal fockley magh
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Lesh ard-choraa e phooar ;
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Cha leah t'eh loayrt, cha leah t’eh jeant,
|
15 He speaks the Word, and what he wills
|
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Dy tappee er yn ooir.
|
is done as soon as said.
|
|
Myr ollan vane, ta’n sniaghtey gial
|
16 Large Flakes of Snow, like fleecy Wool,
|
|
Cheet neose as sheebit fo ;
|
descend at his Command;
|
|
As myrragh garmad chiow yn ooir,
|
And hoary Frost, like Ashes spread,
|
|
Lesh meeaylys y lieh-rio.
|
is scatter’d o’er the Land.
|
|
Yn sniaghtey garroo trome as dewil
|
17 When, join’d to these, he does his Hail
|
|
Myr steabyn tilgey chion ;
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in little Morsels break,
|
|
Quoi oddys shassoo magh ny ’oï,
|
Who can against his piercing Cold
|
|
Ny bydal er y hon ?
|
secure Defences make?
|
|
Agh s’leah ta Jee chyndaa e laue,
|
18 He sends his Word, which melts the Ice;
|
|
As fockley magh e ghoo ;
|
he makes his Wind to blow;
|
|
Thennue as chiass, cheet veih yn jiass,
|
And soon the Streams, congeal’d before,
|
|
T’ad lheïe as eisht goll mow.
|
in plenteous Currents flow.
|
|
E lattyssyn as oardaghyn
|
19 By him his Statutes and Decrees
|
|
Da Jacob t’eh ’r livrey;
|
to Jacob’s Sons were shown;
|
|
Da Isr’el e recortyssyn,
|
And still to Isr’el’s chosen Seed
|
|
Dy reayll ad son dy bra.
|
his righteous Laws are known.
|
|
Yn foayr graysoil as myghin shoh,
|
20 No other Nation this can boast,
|
|
Cha dooar n’ashoonyn-quaagh ;
|
nor did he e’er afford
|
|
Agh dooinyn t’eh er hoilshaghey,
|
To Heathen Lands his Oracles,
|
|
Saualtys son dy bragh.
|
and Knowledge of his Word.
|
|
PSALM CXLVIII.
|
Psalm 148.
|
|
Reamyn yn yrjey vooar,
|
1,2 Ye boundless Realms of Joy,
|
|
Moylley-jee nyn ver-croo,
|
Exalt your Maker’s Fame,
|
|
Insh-jee magh mooads e ghloyr
|
His Praise your Song employ
|
|
Shiuish ainleyn smoo as sloo
|
Above the starry Frame;
|
|
Trog-jee coraa,
|
Your Voices raise,
|
|
O Cherubim,
|
Ye Cherubim
|
|
As Seraphim
|
And Seraphim,
|
|
Cur moylley da.
|
To sing his Praise
|
|
2 Uss eayst ta reill ny hoie,
|
3,4 Thou Moon, that rul’st the Night,
|
|
As ghrian leeideil y laa ;
|
And Sun, that guid’st the Day;
|
|
Rollageyn sollys choie,
|
Ye glitt’ring Stars of Light,
|
|
Cur-jee nyn geeshyn da ;
|
To him your Homage pay;
|
|
Eeck-jee e chair,
|
His Praise declare,
|
|
O shiuish niaughyn,
|
Ye Heav’ns above
|
|
As vodjallyn
|
And Clouds that move
|
|
Getlagh ’syn aer.
|
In liquid Air.
|
|
3 Lhig daue shoh ennym Yee
|
5,6 Let them adore the Lord,
|
|
Y voylley dagh unnane ;
|
And praise his holy Name,
|
|
E ghoo hug daue nyn mree
|
By whose Almighty Word
|
|
Tra nagh row veg jeu ayn ;
|
They all from Nothing came;
|
|
Bee ad er-mayrn,
|
And all shall last,
|
|
Seyr veih caghlaa
|
From Changes free;
|
|
Er son dy bra
|
His firm Decree
|
|
Shassee leigh’n Chiarn.
|
Stands ever fast.
|
|
4 Moyll-jee eh whaleyn mooar
|
7,8 Let Earth her Tribute pay;
|
|
As eeast ’sy diunid heese ;
|
Praise him, ye dreadful Whales,
|
|
Eïllit lesh scailley creoi,
|
And Fish that through the sea
|
|
Cur-jee cair dasyn neesht.
|
Glide swift with glitt’ring Scales:
|
|
Aile, sniaght’ as rio,
|
Fire, Hail, and Snow,
|
|
Druight, sterm as geay,
|
And misty Air,
|
|
Cheet tra t’eh gra
|
And Winds that, where
|
|
Cooilleeney ’ghoo.
|
He bids them, blow.
|
|
Sleityn as croink as coan
|
9,10 By Hills and Mountains (all
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E voylley ta diu jesh
|
In grateful Consort join’d,)
|
|
Cedaryn liauyr nyn gione,
|
By Cedars stately tall,
|
|
As biljyn gymmyrk mess.
|
And Trees for Fruit design’d;
|
|
Beiyn feïe as meen,
|
By ev’ry Beast,
|
|
Snauee er laare.
|
And creeping Thing,
|
|
As eeanlee’n aer
|
And Fowl of Wing,
|
|
Jannoo cooilleen.
|
His Name be blest.
|
|
Ree’ghyn as princeyn ard,
|
11,12 Let all of Royal Birth,
|
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Marish dagh theay ta foue ;
|
With those of humbler Frame,
|
|
Briwnyn y theihll dagh raad,
|
And judges of the Earth,
|
|
Cur-jee da ’voylley feeu.
|
His matchless Praise proclaim.
|
|
Dy wooiys Jee,
|
In this Design
|
|
Lhig aeg as shenn
|
Let Youths with Maids,
|
|
Dooinney as ben
|
And hoary Heads
|
|
Cur chengey’s cree.
|
With Children join.
|
|
Lhig da’n slane chroo cordail
|
13 United Zeal be shown
|
|
Dy hoiagh seose e ghoo;
|
His wond’rous Fame to raise,
|
|
E ennym smoo gloyroil
|
Whose glorious Name alone
|
|
Ta toilchin moylley voue
|
Deserves our endless Praise.
|
|
King foddey’n theihll
|
Earth’s utmost Ends
|
|
Ta bial da,
|
His Pow’r obey;
|
|
E ghloyr dy bra
|
His glorious Sway
|
|
T’erskyn dagh reill.
|
The Sky transcends.
|
|
E nooghyn hene ta eaït
|
14 His chosen Saints to Grace,
|
|
T’eh soiagh seose dy bra,
|
He sets them up on high,
|
|
As Isr’el e chloan reiht
|
And favors Isr’el’s Race
|
|
Ta kinjagh ’gerrey da.
|
Who still to him are nigh.
|
|
Nish ayns arrane
|
O therefore raise
|
|
Trog-jee coraa
|
Your grateful Voice,
|
|
Gennal dy bra
|
And still rejoice
|
|
Dy voylley’n Chiarn.
|
The Lord to praise.
|
|
An HYMN for CHRISTMAS;
|
|
|
Sacramental.
|
|
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O Ooilley shiuish shirveishee feer
|
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Yn ooilley-niartal Ree ;
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|
Trog-jee e voylley trooid yn aer
|
|
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Lesh chengey as lesh cree.
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2 Ayns boggey lhig dooin ennym Yee
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Y wooiys dagh unnane ;
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Lhig dooin ve gennal son t’er jeet
|
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Feailley reeoil yn Eayn.
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4 Shiaght keayrtyn bannit ny heiyn
|
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Ta gys y vannish eaït ;
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As ta gys board reeoil y Chiarn,
|
|
|
Lesh creeaghyn aarloo cheet.
|
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|
An hymn FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY.
|
|
|
Choud as va bochillyn ’syn oie
|
1 While Shepherds watch’d their Flocks by Night,
|
|
Freayll watch er nyn shioltane ;
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all seated on the Ground,
|
|
Orroo ren ainle y Chiarn cheet neose,
|
The Angel of the Lord came down,
|
|
Ren gloyr Yee moo soilshean.
|
And Glory shone around.
|
|
Ny gow-jee aggle dooyrt yn ainle
|
2 “Fear not, said he (for mighty Dread
|
|
(Son atchim mooar ve daue)
|
had seiz’d their troubled Mind,)
|
|
Naightyn gerjoil dy voggey mooar
|
Glad Tidings of great Joy I bring
|
|
T’ayms diu as da sheelnaue.
|
to you and all Mankind.
|
|
Diu ayns ard-valley Ghavid hene,
|
3 To you in David’s Town this Day,
|
|
Ta er ny ruggey jiu ;
|
is born of David’s Line,
|
|
Saualtagh, eh ta Creest y Chiarn,
|
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
|
|
As shoh vees cowrey diu ;
|
and this shall be the Sign:
|
|
Yiow shiu yn oikan flaunyssagh
|
4 The heav’nly Babe you there shall find
|
|
Ayns stable son e ’hie ;
|
to human View display’d,
|
|
Dy imlee kainlt ayns soïlaghyn,
|
All meanly wrapt in swathing Bands,
|
|
As ayns manjoor ny lhie.
|
And in a manger laid.”
|
|
Shoh raït, v’ayns tullogh sheshaght vooar
|
5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith
|
|
Dy ainleyn gial y Chiarn ;
|
appear’d a shining Throng
|
|
Ren brishey magh ayns kiaulleeaght ard,
|
Of Angels praising God, and thus
|
|
As myr shoh goaill arrane.
|
addrest their joyful Song:
|
|
Ard-ghloyr da Jee ’syn yrjey heose,
|
6 “All glory be to God on High;
|
|
Shee er y thalloo neesht ;
|
and to the Earth be Peace;
|
|
Aigney-mie Yee da slane sheelnaue,
|
Good-will henceforth from Heav’n to Men,
|
|
Gur-voylley daue ayns Creest.
|
begin and never cease.”
|
|
An hymn for EASTER-DAY.
|
|
|
Creest nyn Eayn-caisht ta chebbit nish
|
1 Since Christ our Passover is slain
|
|
Ny oural er nyn son ;
|
a Sacrifice for all;
|
|
Lesh creeaghyn glen eisht lhig dooin freayll
|
Let all with thankful Hearts agree
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Yn feailley bannit t’ayn.
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to keep the Festival:
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2 As cha nee lesh shenn soorit feoh,
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2 Not with the Leaven, as of old,
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As goanlys ayns nyn gree ;
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of Sin and Malice fed;
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Agh lesh yn arran millish noa,
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But with unfeign’d Sincerity,
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Dy ynrickys as shee.
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and Truth’s unleaven’d Bread.
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3 Creest t’er ny hroggal reesht veih’n baase
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3 Christ being rais’d by Pow’r Divine,
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Veih’n oaie er ny livrey ;
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and rescu’d from the Grave,
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Cha vow eh arragh baase, cha vod
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Shall die no more, Death shall on Him
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Yn noid shen varroo eh.
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no more Dominion have;
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4 Keayrt er nyn son hur Creest y baase
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4 For that he dy’d, ’twas for our Sins
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Son ghow eh shen myr reih,
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he once vouchsaf’d to die,
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Agh nish t’eh bio ayns stayd gloyroil,
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But that he lives, he lives to God,
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As ooashley ard ny hoie.
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for all Eternity.
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5 Gys peccah lhig dooin marroo ve,
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5 So count yourselves as dead to Sin,
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As veih seose girree reesht ;
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but graciously restor’d,
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Dy vod bea noa ve ain gys Jee,
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And made henceforth alive to God,
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Trooid nyn Saualtagh Creest
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through Jesus Christ our Lord.
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GLORIA PATRI, &c.
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Common Measure
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Common Measure
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Gloyr gys yn ooilley-niartal Three,
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To Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
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Un Jee va, ta, as vees ;
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the God whom we adore,
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Dy der dagh annym dasyn chooie
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Be Glory as it was, is now,
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Nyn geesh dy ghraih as booise.
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and shall be evermore.
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OR,
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Da’n Ayr, da’n Mac, da’n Spyrryd Noo
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Dy row gloyr son dy bra ;
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Myr ve ’sy toshiaght, ta, as vees,
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Lurg kione ve er dagh traa.
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OR,
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Da’n Ayr, da’n Mac, da’n Spyrryd Noo
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Three bannit ayns Unnane ;
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Dy row booise s’imlee s’moylley smoo
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Choud as vees traa er-mayrn.
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As PSALM XXV.
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As Psalm 25.
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Hoods, Yee vooar, Three Unnane,
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To God the Father, Son,
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Dy row gloyr son dy bra ;
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and Spirit, Glory be;
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Myr ve, te nish, as myr shen vees,
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Asˈtwas, and is, and shall be so
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Lurg kione ve er dagh traa.
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to all eternity.
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As PSALM C.
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As the 100 Psalm.
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Nish gys yn ooilley-niartal Three,
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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
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Un Jee nagh vod ve er ny rheynn,
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the God whom earth and heav’n adore
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Dy row dagh moylley, booise as gloyr,
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Be glory as it was of old,
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Lurg kione ve er dagh traa, Amen.
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is now and shall be evermore.
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As PSALM CXIX.
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Moylley as gloyr da, Jee yn Ayr,
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Gys Jee yn Mac co-beayn,
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Gloyr neesht gys Jee yn Spyrryd Noo,
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Yn Jee mooar, Three Unnane :
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Myr ayns y toshiaght va, ta nish,
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As vees son eashyn bra,
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Tra nee’n nah heihll, lurg shoh v’ec kione.
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Goaill toshiaght gyn caghlaa.
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As PSALM CXLVIII.
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As Psalm 148.
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Hoods Trinaid cash’rick rieau,
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To God the Father, Son,
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Ayr, Mac, as Spyrryd Noo ;
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and Spirit ever bless’d,
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Dy der dagh nhee gloyr feeu,
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Eternal Three in One,
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Jeh ren oo hene y chroo.
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All worship be address’d
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Myr flaunyssagh
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As heretofore
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’Sy toshiaght ve
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It was, is now.
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As nish myr te,
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And shall be so
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As bee dy bragh.
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For evermore.
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[1] Tate & Brady: A New Version of the Psalms of David fitted to the tunes used in churches, by N. Brady, D.D., Chaplain in Ordinary, and N. Tate, Esq., Poet-Laureat, to His Majesty. London: Printed by J. Roberts, for the Company of Stationers. Mdccliv. And are to be Sold at Stationers-Hall, near Ludgate, and by most Booksellers.
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[2] The Manx here corresponds to v. 9 of the Psalter text, which is not rendered in Tate & Brady.
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[3] Tate & Brady’s Verse 4 is not in the Manx, whose v. 4 corresponds to T&B’s 3.
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[4] Tate & Brady’s verses 3, 9, 10, 12-15, the first half of 16 and of 17 are absent from the Manx. T&B’s 18 and 19 are expanded, but the remainder (vv. 20-31) are omitted.
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[5] sc. menoyr
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[6] T&B’s verse 5 is not in the Manx.
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[7] T&B’s 1-3a, and 6-10 are not translated.
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[8] T&B’s v.3 is absent from the Manx, and the numbering of the subsequent verses is shifted.
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[9] 1769 mish ... royds
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[10] T&B’s vv. 4 and 7-11 are absent from the Manx.
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[11] Actually, it is T&B’s vv. 4-7 that appear in the Manx.
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[12][12] The Manx here does not render T&B but elaborates the four verses of the Psalter.
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[13] A second translation of Psalm 145.
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