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Monday, March 17, 2014

St. Patrick's Day......

is here, and may shamrocks of tenacity and the roses of grace spring up plentifully in your heart! Below I'll be posting "St. Patrick's Breastplate" and the lyrics to the song "Golden Rose", written by Dana and sung by Frank Patterson in honor of Our Lady of Knock. All ye Irish saints, ora pro nobis!


The Breastplate of St. Patrick


I arise today 

Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
of the Creator of creation.


I arise today

Through the strength of Christ's birth with His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.


I arise today

Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In the predictions of prophets,
In the preaching of apostles,
In the faith of confessors,
In the innocence of holy virgins,
In the deeds of righteous men.


I arise today, through

The strength of heaven,
The light of the sun,
The radiance of the moon,
The splendor of fire,
The speed of lightning,
The swiftness of wind,
The depth of the sea,
The stability of the earth,
The firmness of rock.


I arise today, through

God's strength to pilot me,
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptation of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
afar and near.


I summon today



All these powers between me and those evils,

Against every cruel and merciless power
that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul;


Christ to shield me today

Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me an abundance of reward.


Christ with me,

Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.


Golden Rose (English version):


There were people of all ages

gathered ‘round the gable wall
poor and humble men and women,
little children that you called

We are gathered here before you,

and our hearts are just the same
filled with joy at such a vision,
as we praise your name


Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland,

all my cares and troubles cease
as we kneel with love before you,
Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace


Though your message was unspoken,

still the truth in silence lies
as we gaze upon your vision,
and the truth I try to find

Here I stand with John the teacher,

and with Joseph at your side
and I see the Lamb of God,
on the Altar glorified


And the Lamb will conquer

and the woman clothed in the sun
will shine Her light on everyone

and the lamb will conquer

and the woman clothed in the sun,
will shine Her light on everyone

(Gaelic version)


Bhí seandaoine is óige ann

Balaithe timpeall balla na binne bhí
Fír's mna umhail, leanaí óige
ar chuir tú ghlaoch,


Táimid balaithe anseo romhat

agus ár gcroíthe mar an gcéanna,
lán d'áthas ar a leithéid d'aisling
Feadh molaimíd t'ainm.


Róisin Oir, Banríon na hÉireann

Mo chúraim 's trioblóidí uile gan staonadh,
Is muid ar ár nglúine romhat le ghrá.
Bantíarna a' Chnoic, mo Bhanríon na hÉireann


Mar a raibh bhur scéal gan lua 

Fós, ta an fhírinne faoi thost
Is muid ag breathnú ar bhur radharc
Is iarraim an fhírinne anseo


Táim im sheasamh le múinteoir Sheán

agus le Seosamh ar taobh
Cím Uan Dé
ar an altóir dhlóirithe bhinn


Is beidh an bua ag an Uan

Is an bhean atá feistithe le'n ghrian
Is loinneoidh sí chách len a solas


Is beidh an bua ag an Uan

Is an bhean atá feistithe le'n ghrian
Is loinneoidh sí chách len a solas 




"Christ to shield me today......"


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