Sunday Hymn: Be Thou My Vision

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 heav’n­ward, 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 on,
May I reach Heav’n’s joys, O bright Heav­en’s sun!
Heart of my own heart, what­ev­er be­fall,
Still be my vi­sion, O Rul­er of all.

— Attributed to Dal­lán For­gaill, c. 560 – 640