1 I think on the wind and the sun, two signs of God, that penetrate and guard the living world:

O God, Thou who art Lord of this All, deliver us from grief and trouble.

2 Thou who hast counted up the earth's expanses, and in the sky smoothed out the air's mid-region,

Whose going-forth hath ne'er been reached by any, deliver us from grief and trouble.

3 Beauteously bright! men rest in Thy dominion when the sun hath risen up and hastened onward.

Thou, O God, preservest all creatures. Deliver us from grief and trouble.

4 Hence, O God, drive evil action, chase affliction away, drive off the devils.

Thou givest us store of energy and power. Deliver us from grief and trouble.

5 Of Thy own grace send us favourable strength and wealth and plenty.

Here give us perfect freedom from consumption. Deliver us from grief and trouble.

6 To assist us, accept the hymn and the delightful offering.

Send down to us Thy stream of blessing. Deliver us from grief and trouble.

7 Like noblest benisons they have stayed in the God-loving man's abode.

I glorify God, who made the bright sun and the wind. Deliver us from grief and trouble.