by Thomas D'Arcy McGee (1825 - 1868)
God of this Irish isle !
Language: English
God of this Irish isle ! Blessed and old, Wrapp'd in the morning's smile In the sea's fold Here, where Thy saints have trod Here, where they pray'd Hear me, O saving God ! May I be saved ? God of the circling sea ! Far-rolling and deep Its caves are unshut to Thee, Its bounds Thou dost keep Here, from this strand, Whence saints have gone forth Father ! I own Thy hand, Humbled to earth. God of this blessed light Over me shining ! On the wide way of right I go, unrepining. No more despising My lot or my race, But toiling, uprising, To Thee through Thy grace.
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Confirmed with The poems of Thomas D'Arcy McGee. With copious notes. Also an introd. and biographical sketch, London, D. & J. Sadlier, pages 204-205.
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas D'Arcy McGee (1825 - 1868), "The Prayer of Eman Oge", appears in The Voyage of Eman Oge [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Alicia Adélaïda Needham (1863 - 1945), "God of this Irish Isle", published 1904 [SATB quartet with piano], from A Bunch of Shamrocks, no. 1, London: Boosey & Co. [ sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2016-05-23
Line count: 24
Word count: 105