1 Now have we, O God, Friend of Song, sent our great wishes forth to Thee, coming like floods that follow floods.

2 As rivers swell the ocean, so, O Hero, our prayers increase Thy praise, though of Thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.

3 With holy song they bind to the broad wide-yoked car the bay steeds of the rapid God, bearers of the Mighty, yoked by prayer.