Behold the Lighter of the Stars
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On the crests of the clouds,
And the singers of the sky, praying Him.
Coming down with acclaim, from the Father above,
Harp and lyre of song, sounding to Him.
Christ, refuge of my love,
Why should not I raise Your fame!
Angels and saints melodious singing to You.
Son of God and Man, of exceeding purity of beauty,
Joy were it to me to be in the fields of Your riches.
O Christ, my Beloved, O Christ, of the Holy Blood,
By day and by night I praise You.
~Carmina Gadelica
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