Adopted from Carmina Gadelica: Hymns & Incantations Collected in the Highlands and Islands of Scotland in the Last Century by Alexander Carmichael. Arranged 1992, Floris Books, Harrison Gardens, Edinburgh. If you are interested in seeing the original versions, you may view a copy of my source text here.
A note: I often use the term “Spirit” as a term for the universal spiritual force. Please feel free to replace this, and any other religious term, with the name of a deity or force of your choosing.
Soul-shrine (a night prayer)
Spirits who keep watch o’er me
From the deep well of souls in the shrouds of sky,
The gentle encompassing of the Mother Moon
Comes round my soul-shrine this night,
O, round my soul-shrine this night.
Ward me from every distress and danger,
Encompass my course over the ocean of truth,
I pray thee, place thy pure light before me,
O, spirit from the shroud of sky,
O, spirit from the shroud of sky.
Be Thyself the guiding star above me,
Illume Thou to me every reef and shoal,
Pilot my ship on the crest of the wave,
To the restful haven of the waveless sea,
O, the restful haven of the waveless sea.
A resting prayer
Spirit shield the house, the hearth, the hearts
of all those who dwell here tonight.
Shield myself and my beloved ones,
Preserve us from violence and from harm;
Preserve us from foes this night,
For the sake of peace and harmony,
In this place, and in every place where my loved ones dwell,
On this night and on every night,
This night and every night.
I am lying down tonight,
With God, with Goddess,
With Spirit of Peace,
Who shield me from harm.
I will not lie with evil,
Nor shall evil lie down with me,
But I will lie down with Spirit,
And Spirit will lie down with me.
God, Goddess, and Spirit,
And those who bless and love me,
Protect me as Three and as One,
From the top of my face to the soles of my feet.
Thou Lord of the sun and of glory,
Thou Lady of the moon and of mystery,
Keep Thou us from the glen of tears,
And from the house of grief and gloom,
Keep us from the glen of tears,
From the house of grief and gloom.
Thou Being of marvels,
Shield me with might,
Thou Being of statues
and of stars.
Compass me this night,
Both soul and body,
Compass me this night
And on every night.
Compass me aright
Between earth and sky,
Between the mystery of Thy laws
and mine eye of blindness;
Both that which mine eye sees
and that which it does not;
Both that which is clear
and is not clear to my devotion.