
ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE (OHR)
GAELIC SCHOOL
The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit

The Father
An tAthair
The Son
An Mac
The Holy Spirit
An Spiorad Naomh
Note the small �t� and capital A in the first one. (In lowercase it is an t-athair.)
Lord�s Prayer in Irish
�r nAthair at� ar neamh,
Our Father, who art in Heaven
go naofar d�ainm;
hollowed be thy Name
go dtaga do r�ocht;
Thy kingdom come
go nd�antar do thoil ar an talamh
Thy will be done on earth
mar a dh�antar ar neamh.
as it is in Heaven
�r n-ar�n laeth�il tabhair d�inn inniu;
give us this day our daily bread
agus maith d�inn �r bhfiacha
and forgive us our trespasses
mar a mhaithimidne d�r bhf�ichi�na f�in;
as we forgive those who trespass against us
agus n� lig sinn i gcath�,
and lead us not into temptation
ach saor sinn � olc. Amen.
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
The Serenity Prayer
[God] grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference
[A Dhia], bronn orm suaimhneas chun glacadh leis na ruda� nach f�idir liom a athr�, misneach chun na ruda� a athr� is f�idir liom, agus ciall chun an difr�ocht a aithint.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
Maith dom, a Athair, mar gur pheacaigh m�
Rest In Peace
In Irish, the equivalent to �Rest in Peace� literally means �May his/her sould be on God�s right-hand side�.
Ar dheis D� go raibh a anam (if it�s a male deceased)
/err yesh day guh rev ah ahnam/
Ar dheis D� go raibh a hanam (female)
/err yesh day guh rev ah hahnam/
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/t/btmvison.htm
Rop t� mo baile
Be thou my vision
1. Rop t� mo baile,
a Choimdiu cride:
n� n� nech aile
acht R� secht nime.
2. Rop t� mo scr�tain
i l-l� 's i n-aidche;
rop t� ad-ch�ar
im chotlud caidche.
3. Rop t� mo labra,
rop t� mo thuicsiu;
rop tussu dam-sa,
rob misse duit-siu.
4. Rop tussu m'athair,
rob m� do mac-su;
rop tussu lem-sa,
rob misse lat-su.
5. Rop t� mo chathsc�ath,
rop t� mo chlaideb;
rop tussu m'ordan,
rop tussu m'airer.
6. Rop t� mo d�tiu,
rop t� mo daingen;
rop t� nom-thocba
i n-�entaid n-aingel.
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7. Rop t� cech maithius
dom churp, dom anmain;
rop t� mo flaithius
i n-nim 's i talmain.
8. Rop tussu t' �enur
sainserc mo chride;
n� rop nech aile
acht Airdr� nime.
9. Co talla forum,
r� n-dul it l�ma,
mo chuit, mo chotlud,
ar m�it do gr�da.
10. Rop tussu t' �enur
m' urrann �ais amra:
n� chuinngim da�ne
n� ma�ne marba.
11. Rop amlaid d�nsiur
cech sel, cech s�egul,
mar marb oc br�nad,
ar t' f�gad t' �enur.
12. Do serc im anmain,
do gr�d im chride,
tabair dam amlaid,
a R� secht nime.
13. Tabair dam amlaid,
a R� secht nime,
do serc im anmain,
do gr�d im chride.
14. Go R�g na n-uile
r�s �ar m-b�aid l�ire;
ro b�o i flaith nime
i n-gile gr�ine
15. A Athair inmain,
cluinte mo n�all-sa:
mithig (mo-n�ar�n!)
lasin tr�ag�n tr�ag-sa.
16. A Chr�st mo chride,
cip ed dom-aire,
a Flaith na n-uile,
rop t� mo baile.
[Dallan Forgaill]
Dallan Forgaill
Words: At trib ut ed to Dal lan For gaill, 8th Cen tu ry (Rob tu mo bhoile, a Com di cri de); trans lat ed from an cient Ir ish to Eng lish by Ma ry E. Byrne, in �Eri�,� Jour nal of the School of Ir ish Learn ing, 1905, and versed by El�ea nor H. Hull, 1912, alt.
Music: Slane, of Ir ish folk or i gin (MI DI, score). Slane Hill is about ten miles from Ta ra in Coun ty Meath. It was on Slane Hill around 433 AD that St. Pat rick de fied a roy al edict by light ing can dles on East er Eve. High King Lo gaire of Ta ra had de creed that no one could light a fire be fore Lo gaire be gan the pa gan spring fes ti val by light ing a fire on Ta ra Hill. Lo gaire was so im pressed by Pat rick�s de vo tion that, de spite his de fi ance (or per�haps be cause of it ), he let him con tin ue his mis sion ary work. The rest is his to ry.
If you have ac cess to a pho to of Ma ry Byrne or Elea nor Hull that we could put on line, please click here.
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.

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