1 Where heaven and earth combine in men's assembly, and those who love the righteous delight in worship,

Where the thanksgiving is poured out to God the Mighty, may He come first to accept and make him stronger.

2 We crave the heavenly grace of the righteous to guard us: so may the Lord of prayer, O friends, exalt us,

That He, the Bounteous God, may find us sinless, who giveth from a distance like a father.

3 That Lord of prayer, most High and Gracious, I glorify with offerings and with homage.

May the great song of praise divine reach God the Mighty who is the King of prayer.

4 May that Lord of prayer who brings all blessings, most dearly loved, be near our altar.

Heroes and wealth we crave; may He bestow them, and bear us safe beyond the men who vex us.

5 To us these deathless ones, erst born, have granted this laud of ours which gives the Immortal pleasure.

Let us invoke the Lord of prayer, the foeless, the clear-voiced God, the Holy One of households.

6 Him, this Lord of prayer, his red-hued horses, drawing together, full of strength, bring hither.

Robed in red colour like the cloud, they carry the Lord of Might whose friendship gives a dwelling.

7 For he is pure, with hundred wings, refulgent, with sword of gold, impetuous, winning sunlight.

Sublime, easy of access, He granteth His friends most bountiful refreshment.

8 Both heaven and earth, divine, the creations of God, have made Him increase in grandeur.

Glorify Him, O friends, who merits glory: may He give prayer fair way and easy passage.

9 This, O Lord of prayer, is Your laudation; prayer hath been made to the thunder-wielding Mighty One.

Favour our songs, wake up our thought and spirit: destroy the godless and our foemen's malice.

10 You are Lord of wealth in earth and heaven, O Lord of prayer, O Mighty.

Mean though he be, give wealth to him who lauds You. Preserve us evermore with blessings.