1 I will sing near, for grace, your God, for He is good to us. Son of the Brands, may He give gifts, and, righteous, save us from the foe.

2 For He is true, whom men of old enkindled, and the righteous themselves, the Priest with the delicious tongue, rich with the light of glorious beams.

3 With wisdom that surpasseth all, with gracious will most excellent, O God, worthy of our choice, shine wealth on us through hymns of praise.

4 God is King, for He extends to mortals and to angels alike. God is bearer of our gifts. Worship ye God with your thoughts.

5 God gives to the worshipper a son, the best, of mightiest fame, of deep devotion, ne'er subdued, bringer of glory to his sire.

6 God bestows the hero-lord who conquers with the men in fight. God bestows the fleet-foot steed, the victor never overcome.

7 The mightiest song is Thine: shine on high, Thou who art rich in light. Like the Chief Consort of a King, riches and strength proceed from Thee.

8 Resplendent are Thy rays of light: loud is Thy voice like pressing-stones. Yea, of itself Thy thunder goes forth like the roaring of the heaven.

9 Thus, seeking riches, have we paid homage to God the Conqueror. May He, most wise, as with a ship, carry us over all our foes.