On the bare outside of this World, that seem'd. Prescrib'd, no barrs of Hell, nor all the chains. Through all restraint broke loose he wings his way. Not farr off Heav'n, in the Precincts of light,. By some false guile pervert; and shall pervert. Hee and his faithless Progenie: whose fault? All he could have; I made him just and right,. Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. And Spirits, both them who stood and them who faild;.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell. Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere. Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,. Not what they would? When Will and Reason Reason also is choice. Not mee. They therefore as to right belongd,. Or high foreknowledge; they themselves decreed. Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault,.
Which had no less prov'd certain unforeknown. Both what they judge and what they choose; for so. I formd them free, and free they must remain,. Till they enthrall themselves: I else must change. Thir freedom, they themselves ordain'd thir fall. Self-tempted, self-deprav'd: Man falls deceiv'd.
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By the other first: Man therefore shall find grace,. Through Heav'n and Earth, so shall my glorie excel,. But Mercy first and last shall brightest shine. Thus while God spake, ambrosial fragrance fill'd. All Heav'n, and in the blessed Spirits elect. Love without end, and without measure Grace,. O Father, gracious was that word which clos'd.
Thy sovran sentence, that Man should find grace;. For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll. Of Hymns and sacred Songs, wherewith thy Throne. Thy creature late so lov'd, thy youngest Son. Fall circumvented thus by fraud, though joynd. That farr be from thee, Father, who art Judg. Of all things made, and judgest onely right.
His end, and frustrate thine, shall he fulfill. His malice, and thy goodness bring to naught,. For him, what for thy glorie thou hast made? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both. Be questiond and blaspheam'd without defence. All hast thou spok'n as my thoughts are, all. Man shall not quite be lost, but sav'd who will,.
His lapsed powers, though forfeit and enthrall'd. The rest shall hear me call, and oft be warnd. Mine ear shall not be slow, mine eye not shut. My Umpire Conscience , whom if they will hear,. Light after light well us'd they shall attain,.
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They who neglect and scorn, shall never taste;. Say Heav'nly powers, where shall we find such love,. Mans mortal crime, and just th' unjust to save,. He ask'd, but all the Heav'nly Quire stood mute,. Must have bin lost, adjudg'd to Death and Hell. Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace;. And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,. Well pleas'd, on me let Death wreck all his rage;.
Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsom grave. Death his deaths wound shall then receive, and stoop. Shall lead Hell Captive maugre Hell, and show. The powers of darkness bound. Thou at the sight. Pleas'd, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,. Death last, and with his Carcass glut the Grave:. Shall enter Heaven long absent, and returne,. Thenceforth, but in thy presence joy entire. Silent yet spake, and breath'd immortal love.
All Heav'n, what this might mean, and whither tend. Wondring; but soon th' Almighty thus reply'd:. My sole complacence! By loosing thee a while, the whole Race lost. Made flesh, when time shall be, of Virgin seed,. By wondrous birth: Be thou in Adams room. The Head of all mankind, though Adams Son. His crime makes guiltie all his Sons, thy merit. Thir own both righteous and unrighteous deeds,. And live in thee transplanted, and from thee. Receive new life. So Man, as is most just,.
His Brethren, ransomd with his own dear life. In those who, when they may, accept not grace. Because thou hast, though Thron'd in highest bliss. A World from utter loss, and hast been found. Farr more then Great or High; because in thee. Here shalt thou sit incarnate, here shalt Reign. Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions I reduce:. All knees to thee shall bow, of them that bide. In Heaven, or Earth, or under Earth in Hell;. Thy dread Tribunal: forthwith from all Windes. Shall hast'n, such a peal shall rouse thir sleep. Then all thy Saints assembl'd, thou shalt judge.
Bad men and Angels, they arraignd shall sink. Beneath thy Sentence; Hell, her numbers full,. Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Mean while. The World shall burn, and from her ashes spring. New Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell,. With Joy and Love triumphing, and fair Truth. As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heav'n rung. Towards either Throne they bow, and to the ground. To Heav'n remov'd where first it grew, there grows,. And where the river of Bliss through midst of Heavn. Rowls o're Elisian Flours her Amber stream;.
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With these that never fade the Spirits elect. Bind thir resplendent locks inwreath'd with beams,. Now in loose Garlands thick thrown off, the bright. Then Crown'd again thir gold'n Harps they took,. Harps ever tun'd, that glittering by thir side. No voice exempt, no voice but well could joine. Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit'st. The full blaze of thy beams, and through a cloud. Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine,. Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appeer,.
Approach not, but with both wings veil thir eyes. In whose conspicuous count'nance, without cloud. Impresst the effulgence of his Glorie abides,. Hee Heav'n of Heavens and all the Powers therein. Thy Fathers dreadful Thunder didst not spare,.
Nor stop thy flaming Chariot wheels, that shook. Heav'ns everlasting Frame, while o're the necks.
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Back from pursuit thy Powers with loud acclaime. Thee only extoll'd, Son of thy Fathers might,. Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n,. Father of Mercie and Grace, thou didst not doome. So strictly, but much more to pitie encline:. Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man. So strictly, but much more to pitie enclin'd,. He to appease thy wrauth, and end the strife. Henceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praise. Forget, nor from thy Fathers praise disjoine. Thus they in Heav'n, above the starry Sphear,.
Of this round World, whose first convex divides. From Chaos and th' inroad of Darkness old,. Satan alighted walks: a Globe farr off. Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night.
Starless expos'd, and ever-threatning storms. Of Chaos blustring round, inclement skie;. Save on that side which from the wall of Heav'n. Though distant farr som small reflection gaines. Of glimmering air less vext with tempest loud:. Here walk'd the Fiend at large in spacious field. Whose snowie ridge the roving Tartar bounds,. To gorge the flesh of Lambs or yeanling Kids. On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs.
Of Ganges or Hydaspes , Indian streams;. Of Sericana , where Chineses drive. With Sails and Wind thir canie Waggons light:. None yet, but store hereafter from the earth. Of all things transitorie and vain, when Sin. Both all things vain, and all who in vain things. Built thir fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,. All who have thir reward on Earth, the fruits. Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find. All th, unaccomplisht works of Natures hand,. Dissolvd on Earth, fleet hither, and in vain,. Not in the neighbouring Moon, as some have dreamd;.
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First from the ancient World those Giants came. With many a vain exploit, though then renownd:. The builders next of Babel on the Plain. Of Sennaar , and still with vain designe. New Babels , had they wherewithall, would build:. A God, leap'd fondly into Aetna flames,. Plato's Elysium , leap'd into the Sea,. Cleombrotus , and many more too long,. White, Black and Grey, with all thir trumperie.
Here Pilgrims roam, that stray'd so farr to seek. In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heav'n;. Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis'd;. Two verses of his translation were recorded by his granddaughter Moya Brennan — the first time any part of his text has been publicly recorded. Since then, those two verses have been recorded by many artists including Roma Downey and Aoife and Iona. These verses are very close translations to the first two of the Old Irish text above. Two variants of Eleanor Hull's English translation exist; one version, commonly used in Irish and Scottish hymnals including the Hymnbooks of the Church of Scotland , fits the metre Be thou my vision O Lord of my heart None other is aught but the King of the seven heavens.
Be thou my shelter, be thou my stronghold. Mayst thou raise me up to the company of the angels. Till I am able to pass into thy hands, My treasure, my beloved through the greatness of thy love. Be thou the constant guardian of every possession and every life. For our corrupt desires are dead at the mere sight of thee. With the King of all, with him after victory won by piety, May I be in the kingdom of heaven O brightness of the son. Beloved Father, hear, hear my lamentations. Timely is the cry of woe of this miserable wretch. Thou my best Thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
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Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all. Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Be all else but naught to me, save that Thou art; Be Thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Eleanor Hull Meter Irish Published 6th or 8th century trans. Selected verses of "Be thou my vision" sung in Old Irish to the musical composition, "Slane". English translation by Mary Byrne [ edit ] Be thou my vision O Lord of my heart None other is aught but the King of the seven heavens.
Be thou my meditation by day and night. May it be thou that I behold even in my sleep. Be thou my speech, be thou my understanding. Be thou with me, be I with thee Be thou my father, be I thy son. Mayst thou be mine, may I be thine. Be thou my battle-shield, be thou my sword. Be thou my dignity, be thou my delight. Be thou every good to my body and soul.
Be thou my kingdom in heaven and on earth. Be thou solely chief love of my heart. Let there be none other, O high King of Heaven. Till I am able to pass into thy hands, My treasure, my beloved through the greatness of thy love Be thou alone my noble and wondrous estate. I seek not men nor lifeless wealth. Thy love in my soul and in my heart -- Grant this to me, O King of the seven heavens. O King of the seven heavens grant me this -- Thy love to be in my heart and in my soul.