Plain text of Book 7, Hymn 12
In concord may the Creator's two gifts, Gathering and Assembly, both protect me. May every man I meet respect and aid me. Fair be my words, O elders, at the meetings.
2 We know thy name, O conference: thy name is interchange of talk. Let all the company who join the conference agree with me.
3 Of these men seated here I make the splendour and the lore mine own. O God the Mighty, make me conspicuous in all this gathered company.
4 Whether your thoughts are turned away, or bound and fastened here or there, we draw them hitherward again: let your mind firmly rest on me.