Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining stars to you
Deep peace of the Son of peace to you
May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel,
so nothing can harm you.
Big Sea, Little Boat,
Dear God, be good to me;
The sea is so wide,
And my boat is so small.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
The Sacred Three,
My fortress be,
Come and be round,
My hearth and my home.
Be thou a bright flame before me,
Be thou a guiding star above me,
Be thou a smooth path below me,
Be thou a kindly shepherd behind me,
Today – tonight – and for ever
May your troubles be less,
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness,
Come through your door.
When the first light of sun-
When the long day is done-
In your smiles and your tears-
Through each day of your years-
May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now,
And bless you evermore.
What can afear,
With God the Father near?
May the blessing of light be on you,
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunshine shine on you and
warm your heart till it glows like a great peat fire,
so that the stranger may come and
warm himself at it,
and also a friend.
May your day be filled with blessings
Like the sun that lights the sky,
And may you always have the courage
To spread your wings and fly!
May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
Alone with none but thee, my God,
I journey on my way.
What need I fear,
when thou art near O king of night and day?
More safe am I within thy hand
Than if a host did round me stand.
May you see God’s light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear,
Even in your hour of sorrow,
The gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness
Never turn your heart to stone,
May you always remember
when the shadows fall—
You do not walk alone.