Blair Collection > Songs and hymns of the Scottish Highlands

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I O is I mitiiich dhuiiiD ghias'd. agus I siubhal gu luath, Cliabhi'ii liiitheaii TO bhuan f o'li 1 gbrein ;
Let us ever press on, for our life is soon gone, Oh, suiftly our moments fly;
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vs coigrichl einn isiuchd ciiairt. ■giarraiJh'nl (luthaich thashuas, Thaar I (lachaìdh 's ar duais airliieamli.
Though as strangers we roam, we are seeking a home In our Father's dear land on high.
'S fa«ach ulartaich, tbruagh, anns am bheil sinn
air chuairt.
Cha'ri'eil fols dhuiim no suaimhneas ann,
Ach tha'r suileau ri\it fein, tha air neanihaiV)h
nan speur,
Thoir oirnn gu'n ruith sinn an reis gu ceaun.
'S ann tha sinn 's an uair s" mar long air a chuan,
Measg nan tonn a ta uaibhreach àrd,
Ach 's treise'n Ti sinn tha sliuas na tuiltean
dhrocii shiaigh,
'S tu chaisgeas am fuaim nuair is kill.
'S tu bheir ardan an gniiis gu tarnh gliabhail 's au
uir,
'S theiil an ailUeachd air chìil gu It-ir;
Ach do phobiill bochd bruit, bith' tu fein air an
CÙI,
*S le do ghràs ni thu 'n stiuireadh 's gach ceum.
O stihir sin le d' ghrh>s gus an ruig sinn an t-ait'
Anns am lii sinn gu sabhailt beo,
Far nach bi sinn 'g ar luasgadh dol tliuige is uaith
Mar long air na cuantaibh mòr.
Through a wild wurld of woe all weary we
go,
No joy have we here or peace,
But we trust in Thy love, who rulest above,
For strength till our toils shall cease.
Sore troubled are we, like a ship on the sea,
Amid billows that surge and swell ;
Yet the Lord is more strong than the fierce flood
of wrong,
And His voice shall their anger quell.
Their clamour and pride Thy pow'r shall deride.
And men's haughty thoughts abase ;
And Thy poor broken folk, secure from tbeir
stroke,
Thou shalt strengthen and gnide by grace.
Oh, guide us by grace to that happy place
Where we shall in safety be,
Xo longer distressed and tossed without rest,
J^ike a ship on the raging sea.
From the hymn by Rev. P. Guant. English hv L. M. The nieludy i
1 Strathspey.