1 God, may a mortal call the Strong hither, with solemn rites, to aid; a man call upon God to protect when worship is well prepared.

2 Near Him Thou seemest mightier still in native glory, set to hold apart yon flame-hued vault of heaven, lovely beyond the thought of man.

3 Yea, this is by the light of Him whom powerful song hath bound to act, whose beams of splendour flash on high as though they sprang from heavenly seed.

4 Wealth loads the Wonder-Worker's car through His, the very wise One's power. Then, meet to be invoked among all tribes, is God glorified.

5 Now, too, the princes shall obtain excellent riches by our lips. Protect us for our welfare: lend Thy succour, O Thou Son of Strength. Be near in fight to prosper us.