Ossian Collection > Dean of Lismore's book

THE BOOK or
Let healing como, si^eak tlioii to me ;
There is, as in the white wood oak,
In me a sinful, corrupt heart.
Though sinful, I never man destroyed,
Ne'er did I steal, Son of God ;
Never did my hand slay man.
For Mary's love, answer thou me.
'T is true, I 've made lying refuges,
Deceived by lies of men of fame,
Building on others' lie my lie,
King, shall I in this succeed ?
Thou who in me prayer begett'st,
'T is no sin to follow thee ;
'T was neither righteous men nor great,
But God a refuge found for me.
No man in this world can me teach,
But only thou, Lord, alone.
None keepeth truth but heaven's King,
To His wisdom none is like.
If I am in the way of truth.
My tonsure vow requires it all ;
If, Trinity, on a lie I rest.
Lead me to the way of truth.
Earth or clay shall not me cover.
But waves of judgment, little the wrath
Nothing else shall be to hide me.
But, King, burning red-iamed fire.
Trinity, thou niad'st this world.
Both of fire and of earth ;
Of earth and fire all men are made.
So at the end it will be found.