This is a loose translation of the
hymn. It's purpose is simply to give
the English sense of the words.

San aran seo, a Dhè,
Ar saothair thorrach;
San fhìon seo tairgse
Shamhlaicheas ar deòir.
Chan i ar ceist, a Dhè,
Cò e mo nàbaidh,
Ach aonaichte gach guth
A' seinn do ghlòir.
Tha aoibhneas oirnn, a Dhè,
Mu sgeul an t-Soisgeil,
‘S a-nis le taingealachd
Gach gibht seo bhuainn.
Thoir furtachd dhuinn, a Dhè,
Nuair tha sinn lapach,
‘S gach anam gu robh leat
Gu sìorraidh buan.

In this bread, O God,
is the fruit of our labour;
In this offered wine
shadows of our tears.
It is not for us to ask, O God,
Who is my neighbour,
but to unite each voice
to sing your praise.
We are joyful, O God,
With the message of the Gospel
And now with thanksgiving
each gift we offer.
Grant us your help, O God,
As we are in need,
And to each soul that belongs to you
grant eternal life

Tha'n t-aran brist', a Dhè,
Ler n-uile bheannachd;
Is biadh na slàinte e
Don spiorad bhrùit'.
Tha d'Fhacal naomh ga ghlaodh
Os cionn na cailis;
Thoir dhuinn an-diugh, mar thiodhlac,
D'Fhuil, ‘s na diùlt.
Gabh ris gach dragh is driop
Nar saothair làitheil,
Gabh aire do ar strì
‘S ar smuaintean faoin';
Gach uair a rinneadh
Dearmad ort is dìmeas,
Aig do shuipear
Math, a Dhè, gach aon.

The bread is broken, O God,
With our every blessing;
It is food to heal
our wounded spirit.
Your holy word is spoken
over the chalice;
Give us today, as a gift,
your blood, with no reservation.
Take all our worries and concerns
in our daily toil,
Take note of our struggle
and vain thoughts;
Each time we have
forgotten or neglected you,
At your sacred meal
forgive, O God, each one of us.