Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

— Traditional Irish Hymn, translated Mary E. Byrne, 1905; vers. Eleanor H. Hull, 1912.

O Fount of love divine that flows from my savior’s bleeding side.
Where sinners trade their filthy rags for his righteousness applied.
Mercy cleansing every stain, now rushing o’er us like a flood.
There the wretch and vilest ones stand adopted through his blood.

O Mount of grace, to thee we cling! From the law hath set us free.
Once and for all on Calvary’s hill, love and justice shall agree.
Praise the Lord, the price is paid! The curse defeated by the lamb.
We who once were slaves by birth, sons and daughters now we stand.

O well of joy is mine to drink, for my Lord now sits at rest.
Victorious forevermore, the ancient foe is crushed to death.
Hallelujah! Christ is King, alive and reigning on the throne.
Our tongues employed with hymns of praise, “Glory be to God alone!”

– Matt Boswell & Matt Papa