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When great Saint Patrick raised the Cross
Where pagan worship long held sway,
And bade the people lift their eyes
From darkness unto day:
The light of faith on Erin's hills
Then dawned in splendor bright and clear,
And all her verdant valleys felt
The Lord's own presence near.
Behold, his blessed altars stood
Where once had flared the Druid fires,
While up to heaven's vault arose
A thousand cross-crowned spires.
And from God's sacred temples rang
The pealing bells, the call to prayer,
And o'er the land from end to end
Came peace and blessings rare.
All praise to God Whose goodness gave
The saving truths Saint Patrick taught;
And praise to Him for all the deeds
That dear Saint Patrick wrought;
All thanks for faith's bright beacon set
To guide us pilgrims homeward bound,
And lead us to that host in bliss,
Saint Patrick's children crowned.
First upload: December 5, 2004