For God the Mighty, ministering priests! run ye and press the juice, His provision.

That He may hear His praiser's word, and this my call.

2 Thou into whom the drops find way as sap pours life into a tree, drive off in Thine abundant might our demon foes.

3 For God the Mighty, thunder-armed, press out the juice: He, youthful, conqueror, and Lord, is praised by all.