1 Sing ye a song, to make Him glad, to God, Lord of Tawny Steeds, my friends.

2 To Him the Bounteous say the laud, and let us glorify, as men may do, the Giver of true gifts.

3 O God, Lord of boundless might, for us Thou winnest strength and kine,

Thou winnest gold for us, Good Lord.

4 Faithful to Thee we loudly sing, heroic God, songs to Thee: Mark, O Good Lord, this act of ours.

5 Give us not up to man's reproach, to foeman's hateful calumny: In Thee alone is all my strength.

6 Thou art mine ample coat of mail, my Champion, Thou:

With Thee for Friend I brave the foe.

7 Yea, great art Thou whose conquering might two independent powers confess,

The Heaven, O God, and the Earth.

8 So let the voice surround Thee, which attends the storm-winds on their way,

Reaching Thee with the rays of light.

9 Let the ascending prayers attain to Thee, the Wondrous God, in heaven:

Let all the folk bow down to Thee.

10 Bring to the Wise, the Great, who waxeth mighty, your offerings, and make ready your devotion;

To many clans He goeth, man's controller.

11 For God, the sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generated prayer and praises:

The sages never violate His statutes.

12 The choirs have established God as King for ever, for victory, Him whose anger is resistless:

And, for the Lord of Bays, strengthened those He loveth.