St Patrick’s Breastplate

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Every year for St Patrick’s Day – or within the octet of Patrickstide1 – we sing the hymn St Patrick’s Breastplate, to the tune of the same name based on Irish melodies, arranged by Charles Villiers Stanford (born in my parish in central Dublin).

The hymn was written by Cecil Frances Alexander in 1889, and has an epic 9 verses! Thankfully it’s often limited to maybe 4 or 5 of those verses during services.

I bind unto my­self to­day
The strong name of the Tri­ni­ty,
By in­vo­ca­tion of the same
The Three in One and One in Three.

I bind this today to me for­ev­er
By pow­er of faith, Christ’s in­car­na­tion;
His bap­tism in Jor­dan riv­er,
His death on cross for my sal­va­tion;
His burst­ing from the spic­èd tomb,
His riding up the heav­en­ly way,
His com­ing at the day of doom
I bind un­to my­self to­day.

I bind un­to myself the pow­er
Of the great love of cher­ub­im;
The sweet Well done in judg­ment hour,
The serv­ice of the se­ra­phim,
Confessors’ faith, apos­tles’ word,
The pa­tri­archs’ pray­ers, the pro­phets’ scrolls,
All good deeds done un­to the Lord
And pur­ity of virg­in souls.

I bind un­to my­self to­day
The vir­tues of the star lit heav­en,
The glo­ri­ous sun’s life giv­ing ray,
The white­ness of the moon at ev­en,
The flash­ing of the lightn­ing free,
The whir­ling wind’s tem­pes­tu­ous shocks,
The sta­ble earth, the deep salt sea
Around the old eter­nal rocks.

I bind un­to my­self to­day
The pow­er of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to heark­en to my need.
The wis­dom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward;
The Word of God to give me speech,
His heav­en­ly host to be my guard.

Against the de­mon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temp­ta­tion force,
The na­tur­al lusts that war with­in,
The hos­tile men that mar my course;
Or few or ma­ny, far or nigh,
In ev­ery place and in all hours,
Against their fierce hos­ti­li­ty
I bind to me these ho­ly pow­ers.

Against all Sa­tan’s spells and wiles,
Against false words of he­re­sy,
Against the know­ledge that de­files,
Against the heart’s id­ol­atry,
Against the wi­zard’s ev­il craft,
Against the death wound and the burn­ing,
The chok­ing wave, the poi­soned shaft,
Protect me, Christ, till Thy re­turn­ing.

Christ be with me, Christ with­in me,
Christ be­hind me, Christ be­fore me,
Christ be­side me, Christ to win me,
Christ to com­fort and re­store me.
Christ be­neath me, Christ above me,
Christ in qui­et, Christ in dan­ger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and strang­er.

I bind un­to my­self the name,
The strong name of the Tri­ni­ty,
By in­vo­ca­tion of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
By whom all na­ture hath cre­ation,
Eternal Fa­ther, Spir­it, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my sal­va­tion,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.

In verse 8 we switch the alternate hymn tune Gartan for the words “Christ be with me, Christ within me”, before returning to the first tune for the last verse.

Personally I’m not a massive fan of the hymn, and it’s really tiring to sing.

In one choir I sang in we used to do the entire hymn as a processional, and then the organ would cut out in verse eight for an unaccompanied choir-only verse. It was exhausting enough to belt through all those verses without also having to circumnavigate the church at the same time!

  1. I don’t think Patrickstide is a real word, but I don’t care ↩︎