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Mo ghaol, mo ghradh, a's m' fheudail thu,
M' ion'ntas ur a's n' eibhneas thu,
Mo mhacan aluinn ceutach thu,
Cha 'n fhiu mi fein bhi 'd dhail.
Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.
Mo ghaol an t-suil a sheallas tla!
Mo ghaol an cridh' tha liont' le gradh!
Ge d' is leanamh thu gun chàil
Is lionmhõr buaidh tha ort a' fàs.
Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.
Ge d' is leanamh diblidh thu,
Cinnteach 's Righ nan Righrean thu,
'S tu 'n t-oighre dligheach, firinneach
Air Rioghachd Dhé nan gràs.
Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.
TRANSLATION:
My joy, my love, my darling thou,
My treasure new, my rapture thou,
My comely beauteous babe-son thou,
Unworthy am I to tend to thee.
My sun of hope and light art thou!
My love of heart and eye art thou!
Tho' but a tender babe, I bow
In heavenly rapture unto thee!
Though You're a feeble baby, for sure,
The King of Kings are You.
You are the rightful, true heir
Of the Kingdom of God of the graces.
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