Showing posts with label Sain't Andrews. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sain't Andrews. Show all posts

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Happy St. Andrew's Day!


"O glorious St. Andrew, you were the first to recognize and follow the Lamb of God. 
With your friend, St. John, you remained with Jesus for that first day, 
for your entire life, 
and now throughout eternity. 
 As you led your brother, St. Peter, to Christ and many others after him, 
draw us also to Him. 
Teach us to lead others to Christ solely out of love for Him 
and dedication in His service. 
Help us to learn the lesson of the Cross 
and to carry our daily crosses without complaint 
so that they may carry us to Jesus."
Amen.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Happy Sain't Andrews Day!



John McDermott version lyrics:

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies, Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.

Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled,Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me,Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud,Land of the brave and proud land of the free.

Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free,Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,And proudly she sings looking over the sea.

Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled, When armies and empires against me were hurled, Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock, Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.

But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path, The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs, Deep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave, Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs, Deep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave, Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.