Be Thou My Vision

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ancient Irish poem

E          (A)        E       B  E
Be thou my vision, O Lord of my  heart
 B           (B/D#  E  G#m)A    (C#m7 E) B
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
 A             E         G#m        A  B
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
 C#m  (B)   E             A6    A/B   B   E
Waking or sleeping, Thy pres -- ence my   light.

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

Riches I need 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 heav’n’s sun!
Heart of my heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.