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Resooney rhym pene (i).
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Ayns seihll dy voirey ta mee shooyl
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In a world of trouble I walk,
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Ny-yeih bee’m rey rish er y çhooyl
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Yet I will be rid of it by and by,
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Ta’n ghrian goll siyragh gys yn sheear
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The sun goes in a hurry to the West,
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As dooys ta’n seihll gaase doo as keear
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And for me the world grows black and dark.
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Ny-yeih ta’n sourey aalin çheh,
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Yet the beautiful, hot summer,
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Lane gerjagh dou dy chooilley hraa,
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Is always very comforting for me,
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Yn ghrain ta soilshean heose syn aer,
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The sun that shines up in the sky,
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As druigh ta ooragh yn faiyr.
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And the dew that freshens the grass.
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Dagh nhee ta’n crooder mooar er chroo,
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Every thing the great creator has created,
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As cummal seose lesh bree e ghoo,
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And sustained with the force of his word,
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As ushagyn ta lane dy chiaull,
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And birds that are full of music,
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Ta jannoo taitnyssagh dagh boayl.
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That makes every place enjoyable.
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O Yee, cur dooys yn Spyrryd Noo,
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O God, give me the Holy Spirit,
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Dy niartagh my hreisht ayns dty ghoo,
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To fortify my trust in your word,
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Dy hoieagh m’aigney slane ort hene,
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To set my mind fully on you,
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As grayse dy chosney maynrys beayn.
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And grace to earn lasting happiness.
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Dy voddym lhie ec bun dty crosh,
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That I may lie at the foot of your cross
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Choud’s t’ou spaarail mee ayns shoh wass,
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Whilst you spare me in this world,
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Son bee my vea dy leah ec kione,
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For my life will be soon at an end,
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Myr Adam mârish ooilley e chloan.
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Like Adam with all his children.
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Hiarn, cur dou grayse hooyd hene dy phrayal,
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Lord, give me grace to pray to you,
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As ayns fuill gheyr dty Vac treishteil,
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Trusting In the dear blood of your Son,
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Ren roie son ain er Calvary,
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That bled for us on Calvary,
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Dy chordail peccee reesht rish Jee.
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To reconcile sinners with God.
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O, Niee my annym ayns yn uill,
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O, Wash my soul in the blood,
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Ta glenney peccee voish dagh foill,
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That purifies sinners from every fault,
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Gys nee dy vighyn fakin mie,
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Until your mercy sees good,
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Dy eamagh er my annym thie.
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To call my soul home.
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Veih seihll dy voirey as anvea,
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From a world of trouble and dischord,
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Dy akin Chreest ayns Niau, myr te,
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To see Christ in Heaven, as he is,
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O cum mee seose lesh dty laue yesh,
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O, hold me up with your right hand,
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Gys beem gys maynrys currit lesh.
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Until I will brought to happiness.
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E Faragher
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E Faragher
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