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Padjer ayns Gaelg: Choud’s T’ou Spaarail Mee er yn Ooir.
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A Prayer in Manx: Whilst You Spare Me on the Earth.
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Choud’s T’ou spaarail mee er yn ooir,
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Whilst You spare me on the earth,
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Dy yannoo Dt’aigney cur dou pooar,
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To do Your will, give me power,
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O Uss, ta Chiarn erskyn dagh nhee,
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O Thee, who art Lord above every thing,
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Jean glenney smooinaghtyn my chree.
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Purify the thoughts of my heart.
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Cha vel mee jeean dy yeeaghyn seose,
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I am not diligent to look upward,
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Ny-yeigh jean cur yn bannaght neose,
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Yet, send your blessing down,
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Niee mee ayns fuill deyr Yeesey Chreest,
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Wash me in Jesus Christ’s dear blood,
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Nish ayns e vyghin as erreeish.
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Now, in his mercy and compassion.
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Gow ass my vree dagh nhee neughlen,
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Take out of my essence every impure thing,
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As cur dagh olkys magh ass shen,
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And take every wickedness out of that,
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Ta mee goaill rish my oiljyn Hiarn,
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Yet, I accept my faults, O, Lord,
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Ny-yeih trooid Chreest er gerrey tayrn.
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Through Christ, who draws near.
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Çheet nish trooid Chreest gys stoyl dy grayse,
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Coming now, through Christ, to a throne of grace,
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Ga dy vel mee fo deyrey baase,
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Even though I am under deadly condemnation,
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T’Eh nish ec Dty laue yesh ayns gloyr,
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He is now at Your right hand in glory,
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Agh er E ghraih jean cur dou foayr.
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But, for His love give me favour.
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Nagh vel eh raait ayns yn Goo dy ghrayse,
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Is it not said in the Word of grace,
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Nagh vel ayd’s taitnys ayns my vaase,
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You have not pleasure in my death,
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O cur yn gooit dy chredjue dooys,
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O, Give to me the gift of faith,
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Dy voddym shaghney Dty ymmoose.
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That I may avoid Your wrath.
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Er coontey oural Dty Vac hene,
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On account of your own Son’s sacrifice,
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Nish gow yn whing dy pheccah jee’m,
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Now take the yoke of sin off me,
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Ayns oural Chreest ta my hreishteil,
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My trust is in the sacrifice of Christ,
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Ta kinjagh son my annym prayal.
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Who constantly prays for my soul.
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Clasht rish yn uill ta pooaral loayrt,
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Hear the blood that powerfully speaks,
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As er E ghraih jean bannaght choyrt,
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And for his Love give a blessing,
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Yn Spyrryd Noo dy reill my chree,
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The Holy Spirit to keep my heart,
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As jannoo mish my vac dy Yee.
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And make me a son of God.
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Dy chur dou tushtey cooie jee’d Hene,
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To gove me proper knowledge of Yourself,
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As eiraght mayrt ayns yn vea veayn,
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And inheritence with you in eternal life,
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Dy voddym Aynyd’s ve ec fea,
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That I may be, within you, at peace,
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As veih dy chooilley pheccah çhea.
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And flee from every sin.
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O Yeesey cur dou grayse as shee,
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O, Jesus, give me grace and peace
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As skeayl yn ghraih Ayd ayns my chree,
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And spread Your love in my heart
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Ta mish my pheccaghyn goaill rish,
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I admit my sins
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Agh er Dty oural folley nish.
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But on your blood sacrifice now.
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My Hiarn ta slane my varrantys,
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My Lord, who art my complete assurance,
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Coadee mee ayns Dty ynrickys,
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Protect me in Your uprightness
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O gow ersooyl dagh fritlag loau,
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O, take away every rotten rag,
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Pishooyn ta coyrt my annym mow.
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Poisons that bring destruction to my soul.
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As gow mee myr dy beagh er laue,
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And take me as though by the hand,
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As leeid mee ayns yn raad gys Niau,
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And lead me in the way to Heaven,
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Ayns shen dy ve dy bragh ec fea,
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To be there forver at peace,
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Voish seihll dy coshey croymmey sheese.
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From a world of ???
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Hiarn, ta mee yeearree dy chur booise,
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Lord, I yearn to give thanks,
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As ooashlagh Uss ta reill dy braa,
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And worship You, who rules forever,
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Erson Dty ghraih nagh vel caghlaa,
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For your Love, that never changes,
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O Uss va marroo, Agh nish bio.
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O You who were dead, But now alive.
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Choud’s ta mee liorish Dty Spyyryd mie,
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Whilst I am beside Your good Spirit,
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Gys ver Oo lhesh mee sauçhey thie,
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Until you bring me safely home,
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Dy ve mayrt Hene sy çheer gloyroil,
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To be with You Yourself in the glorious land,
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As croamey ec Dty Stoyl Reeoyl,
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And bowing at Your Royal Throne.
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Ayns eunysyn ta fegooish kione,
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In delights that are without end
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Marish Dty Ainleyn, as Dty chloan.
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With Your Angels, and Your children.
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Scruit; yn çheyoo laa yeig jeh yn vee s’jerree jeh’n geurey, 1900.
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Written; the sixteenth of January, 1900.
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Farquhar
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Farquhar
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