  By Murdoch O'Daly, called Murdoch "the Scotchman" (Muredach Albanach), on account of his affection for that country; born in Connaught towards the close of the twelfth century. How great the tale, that there should be, In God's Son's heart, a place for me! That on a sinner's lips like mine, The cross of Jesus Christ should shine! Christ Jesus, bend me to Thy will, My feet to urge, my griefs to still; That even my flesh and blood may be A temple sanctified to Thee. No rest, no calm, my soul may win, Because my body craves to sin, Till Thou, dear Lord, Thyself impart Peace to my head, light to my heart. May consecration come from far, Soft shining like the evening star! My toilsome path make plain to me, Until I come to rest in Thee. |
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