The Lightener of the Stars

FEUCH Sorchar nan reul Air corbha nan neul, Agus ceolradh nan speur Ri luaidh dha. Tighinn le caithrim a nuas Bho an Athair tha shuas, Clar agus farcha nan duan Ri seirm dha. Chriosd, a chomairc mo ruin Corn nach togainn do chliu! Ainglich is naomhaich chiuil Ri luaidh dhut. A Mhic Mhoire nam buadh, Is fire finne-ghile snuadh, Liom bu shon a bhi an cluan Do shaoibhreis. A Chriosda mo chaoimhe, A Chriosda Chro-naoimhe, Bithim gach la agus oidhche Ri luaidh ort.

BEHOLD the Lightener of the stars On the crests of the clouds, And the choralists of the sky Lauding Him. Coming down with acclaim From the Father above, Harp and lyre of song Sounding to Him. Christ, Thou refuge of my love, Why should not I raise Thy fame! Angels and saints melodious Singing to Thee. Thou Son of the Mary of graces, Of exceeding white purity of beauty, Joy were it to me to be in the fields Of Thy riches. O Christ my beloved, O Christ of the Holy Blood, By day and by night I praise Thee.