Come, sing we praise to God, friends! the Hero who deserves the laud, Him who with none to aid o'ercomes all tribes of men.

2 To Him who wins the kine, who keeps no cattle back, celestial God, speak wondrous speech more sweet than butter and than mead.

3 Whose hero powers are measureless, whose bounty ne'er may be surpassed, whose liberality, like light, is over all.