1 With hymns I call You, when the sun hath risen, O Friend, and All-Seeing whose thoughts are holy,

Whose power divine, supreme and everlasting, comes with good heed at each man's supplication.

2 For they are lords of the righteous, the friendly make, both of you, our lands exceeding fruitful.

May we obtain You, All-Seeing and Friend, wherever heaven and earth and days may bless us.

3 Bonds of the sinner, they bear many nooses: the wicked mortal hardly may escape them.

All-Seeing and Friend, may Your path of Order bear us o'er trouble as a boat o'er waters.

4 Come, accept our offering, All-Seeing and Friend: bedew our pasture with sweet food and fatness.

Pour down in plenty here upon the people the choicest of Your fair celestial water.

5 To You this laud, O All-Seeing and Friend, is offered, like bright provision to the wind.

Favour our songs of praise, wake thought and spirit. Preserve us evermore with blessings.