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To Christ the Seed
To Christ the seed; to Christ the sheaves;
so into God's barns may we all be brought.
To Christ the sea; to Christ the fish;
so into God's nets may we all be caught.
From birth to growth; from growth to age;
may your two arms, O Christ, fold us around.
From age to death, from death to new birth
in the palace of grace may we be found.
Translated from a Gaelic hymn,
words by Joanne Byrne.
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