This, even this, O God the Mighty, we implore: as Thy devoted friends, the Kanvas praise Thee with their hymns.

2 Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer's eulogy: on Thy laud only have I thought.

3 The angels watch over him who offers devotion; they take no sleep: incessantly they rebuke sloth.

4 Faithful to Thee we loudly sing, heroic One, songs to Thee. Mark, gracious Lord, this act of ours.

5 Give us not up to man's reproach, to foeman's hateful calumny: in Thee alone is all my strength.

6 Thou art mine ample coat of mail, my champion, overthrower of tyrants, Thou. With Thee for Friend I brave the foe.