Plain text of Book 20, Hymn 70
Thou, O God, with Thy angels of the storm, the breakers down of what is firm, didst bring forth the kine even from the cave.
2 Worshipping even as they list, singers laud Him who findeth wealth, the far-renowned, the mighty One.
3 Then, faring on at God's command, O fearless host, let thyself be seen, both gracious and in splendour peers.
4 With the host of angels beloved of God, the blameless, tending heavenward, the sacrificer cries aloud.
5 Hear us, O Lord, whether from this place or downward from the light of heaven: our songs of praise all yearn for this.
6 We implore God for help, from here, from heaven above the earth, or from the spacious firmament.
7 God the singers with high praise, God the reciters with their lauds, God the choirs have glorified.
8 God hath ever close to Him His mercy, answering at the word of the worshipper; God the Glorious, Thunder-armed.
9 God hath raised the sun on high in heaven, that it may give light afar: He burst the mountain for the kine.
10 Help us, O God, in the frays, yea, frays where thousand spoils are gained, with awful aids, O awful One.
11 In mighty battle we invoke God, and in lesser fight, the Friend who bends His bolt at fiends.
12 Unclose, our manly Hero, Thou for ever bounteous, yonder cloud, for us, Thou irresistible.
13 Still higher, at each strain of mine, the praises of the Thunder-armed rise: I find no laud worthy of Him.
14 Even as the bull drives on the herds, He drives the people with His might, the ruler irresistible.
15 God who rules with single sway men, riches, and the fivefold race of those who dwell upon the earth.
16 For your sake from each side we call on God: may He be ours, and the Guide of all.
17 O God, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor's ever-conquering wealth, most excellent, to be our aid;
18 by means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand, by Thee assisted with the car.
19 Aided by Thee, the Thunder-armed, O God, may we lift up the bolt, and conquer all our foes in fight.
20 With Thee, O God, for ally, with missile-darting heroes may we conquer our embattled foes.