This setting of a traditional Gaelic prayer moves through uncertainty toward quiet assurance. The piano opens with rain-like staccato figures, while the voices enter with sustained longing — together evoking a restless, searching quality. Growing dissonances mirror the obscured night, deepening with weight and agitation through "dark happenings of my lot," until the music breaks open into broad, confident unison on "yet if I may stumble in my going, you do not fall." The piece closes in stillness, offering a gentle reminder that even in our most uncertain moments, we are not alone.