
HYMN TO SAINT BRIGID
Soft as an Angel's whisper,
Comes the thought of thee, dear Saint,
Erin's Bride and gentle Guardian,
Free from evil and its taint.
Come, and with thy mantle shelter
The children of our Isle;
Dangers threaten, O protect them
From the demon's treacherous smile.
Neath that shield no dart shall pierce them,
Oft of yore it screened from foes
Those who claimed its trustful succour,
In the midst of cruel foes.
Save the youth; the tempter's watching
To beguile them from the way
Of loyal Faith and stern duty,
Oh! dear Saint, we humbly pray.
Come to those who claim thy succour,
The evening of whose life draws near,
Stay uphold them in the struggle;
Near thy heart they need not fear.
Ask that Ireland ne'er may sever
The "Triple leaf" of Faith,
Faith in prayer, in love, in duty
To God and country unto death.
Community Manual for the Use of Religious Orders Compiled by a Religious from Approved Sources (Pellegrini and Co. Ltd, (1936), 484.
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