1 Slayers of enemies, O God the Mighty and Radiant, accept this day our new-born pure laudation.

Again, again I call You prompt to listen, best to give quickly strength to him who craves it.

2 For You were strong to gain, exceeding mighty, growing together, waxing in Your vigour.

Lords of the pasture filled with ample riches, bestow upon us strength both fresh and lasting.

3 Yea when the strong have entered our assembly, and singers seeking with their hymns Your favour,

They are like steeds who come into the race-course, those men who call aloud on God.

4 The singer, seeking with his hymns Your favour, begs splendid riches of their first possessor.

Further us with new bounties, O God, armed with strong thunder, slayer of the foeman.

5 When two great hosts, arrayed against each other, meet clothed with brightness, in the fierce encounter,

Stand You beside the godly, smite the godless; and still assist the men who give thanks.

6 To this our thanksgiving, O God, come You prepared to show Your loving-kindness,

For not at any time have You despised us. So may I draw You with all strengthenings hither.

7 So, O Radiant One, kindled mid this adoration, invite the Friend, the All-Seeing, and the Mighty.

Forgive whatever sin we have committed; may the Lord of kindness and boundless mercy remove it.

8 While we accelerate these our devotions, may we win strength from You, O God:

Ne'er may the angels, nor the All-Pervading slight us. Preserve us evermore with blessings.