To cheer every lad and each lass,
As the leprechaun jigs,
In-between wishful swigs,
May your joy be beyond all trespass.
Lucky clovers may soon fall apart.
When God welcomes us in,
As His own special kin,
Our security comes from His heart.
May we remind ourselves constantly,
Of the three-in-one God,
In whose Presence we’re awed,
Who created and then set us free.
Every one knows God’s grace will endure.
On this day of the green,
May His love intervene,
And protect you from evil’s detour.
Any grouping or sect, intertwined.
If you stand on His Word,
Then your sainthood’s conferred;
And your citizenship’s reassigned.
You’re a member of His sainted band.
And forever as one,
We will worship the Son
With a music not known beforehand.
To thank Him for His divine care.
As we drink of the vine,
We remember the time,
When the Lord bought us back from despair.