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Like Abraham
words:

Before his sword, the Cross of Man’s Redeemer,
From hill and glen all evil fled away;
Where night so long had shrouded all in darkness,
Now dawned the true and holy light of day.
Hear us, Columba! Light of Iona!
Lead us to heaven across the wide sea;
When night is falling, come at our calling,
Guide us, bright star, to our homeland and thee.

And when at last, to heaven’s rest ascending,

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He sees unveiled the glorious face of God,
Columba still pours blessings down on Scotland,
Where once the Shepherd of Iona trod.
Hear us, Columba! Light of Iona!
Lead us to heaven across the wide sea;
When night is falling, come at our calling,
Guide us, bright star, to our homeland and thee.