Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.

I am Patrick, yes a sinner and indeed untaught; yet I am established here in Ireland where I profess myself bishop. I am certain in my heart that 'all that I am,' I have received from God. So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God.

Daily I expect to be murdered or betrayed or reduced to slavery if the occasion arises. But I fear nothing, because of the promises of heaven.

He who believes shall be saved, but he who does not believe shall be damned. God has spoken.

I prayed in the woods and on the mountain, even before dawn. I felt no hurt from the snow or ice or rain.

No one should ever say that it was my ignorance if I did or showed forth anything however small according to God's good pleasure; but let this be your conclusion and let it so be thought, that - as is the perfect truth - it was the gift of God.

Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.