1 Let that destructive weapon be far distant from us, O Lord; far be the stone that Thou wontest to hurl.

2 Our friend be that celestial Grace; may God the Mighty, the Bountiful, and the Light-giver, with splendid wealth, be our friend.

3 Thou, O God, who sendest the lightning born of the waterflood, and the stormwinds with their sun-bright skins, give us protection reaching far.

4 Further us rightly, favour our bodies with Thy gracious love. Give Thou our children happiness.