1 Borne on with Thy power, O God the Avenger, let our brave men, impetuous, bursting forward,

March on, like flames of fire in form, exulting, with pointed arrows, sharpening their weapons.

2 Flashing like fire, be Thou, O conquering Lord, invoked, O victor, as our army's helper.

Slay Thou our foes, distribute their possessions: show forth Thy vigour, scatter those who hate us.

3 O Lord, overcome those who assail us. On breaking, slaying, crushing down the foemen.

They have not hindered Thine impetuous vigour: Mighty One, Sole One, reduce them to subjection.

4 Thou alone art worshipped, O God: sharpen the spirit of each clan for combat.

With Thee to aid, O Thou of perfect splendour, we raise the glorious battle-shout for conquest.

5 Unyielding, bringing victory, O Lord, be Thou here our sovereign ruler.

To Thy dear name, O victor, we sing praises: we know the spring from which Thou art come hither.

6 Thy power, destructive bolt of thunder! the highest conquering might is Thine, Subduer!

Be friendly to us in Thy spirit, O Lord! O much-invoked, in shock of mighty battle!

7 For spoil let God the All-Seeing and Avenger give us the wealth of both sides gathered and collected;

And let our enemies with stricken spirits, o'erwhelmed with terror, slink away defeated.