The power of the hour when to Heaven He ascended,
  And the power of the hour when by Angels attended,
    He returns for the Judgment of Doom! 
        On my perilous way
        To Tara to-day,
        I, Patrick, God’s servant,
          Invoke from above
          The Cherubim’s love! 
  Yea!  I summon the might of the Company fervent
  Of Angel obedient, ministrant Archangel
  To speed and to prosper my Irish Evangel. 
  I go forth on my path in the trust
  Of the gathering to God of the Just;
  In the power of the Patriarchs’ prayers;
  The foreknowledge of Prophets and Seers;
  The Apostles’ pure preaching;
  The Confessors’ sure teaching;
  The virginity blest of God’s Dedicate Daughters,
  And the lives and the deaths of His Saints and His Martyrs!

  I arise to-day in the strength of the heaven,
    The glory of the sun,
    The radiance of the moon,
  The splendour of fire and the swiftness of the levin,
  The wind’s flying force,
    The depth of the sea,
  The earth’s steadfast course,
    The rock’s austerity.

  I arise on my way,
  With God’s Strength for my stay,
  God’s Might to protect me,
  God’s Wisdom to direct me,
  God’s Eye to be my providence,
  God’s Ear to take my evidence,
  God’s Word my words to order,
  God’s Hand to be my warder,
  God’s Way to lie before me,
  God’s Shield and Buckler o’er me,
  God’s Host Unseen to save me,
    From each ambush of the Devil,
      From each vice that would enslave me. 
  And from all who wish me evil,
    Whether far I fare or near. 
    Alone or in a multitude.

    All these Hierarchies and Powers
      I invoke to intervene,
    When the adversary lowers
      On my path, with purpose keen
      Of vengeance black and bloody
      On my soul and my body;
    I bind these Powers to come
      Against druid counsel dark,
    The black craft of Pagandom,
      And the false heresiarch,
    The spells of wicked women,
    And the wizard’s arts inhuman,
    And every knowledge, old and fresh,
    Corruptive of man’s soul and flesh.

  May Christ, on my way
  To Tara to-day,
  Shield me from prison,
    Shield me from fire,
  Drowning or wounding
    By enemy’s ire,
  So that mighty fruition
  May follow my mission. 
  Christ behind and before me,
  Christ beneath me and o’er me,
  Christ within and without me,
  Christ around and about me,
  Christ on my left and Christ on my right,
  Christ with me at morn and Christ with me at night;
  Christ in each heart that shall ever take thought of me,
  Christ in each mouth that shall ever speak aught of me;
  Christ in each eye that shall ever on me fasten,
  Christ in each ear that shall ever to me listen.