1 Priests, offer to the Lord of all the people the thanksgiving of radiant colour.

No wild bull knows his drinking-place like God knows him who hath given thanks.

2 Thou dost accept, each day that passes, the pleasant offering which Thou hast had aforetime,

O God, gratified in heart and spirit, accept eagerly the gift set before Thee.

4 When Thou hast urged the arrogant to combat, proud in their strength of arm, we will subdue them.

Or, O God, when Thou fightest girt by heroes, we in the glorious fray with Thee will conquer.

5 I will declare the earliest deeds of God, and recent acts which the Bounteous hath accomplished.

When He had conquered godless wiles and magic, all provision became His own entire possession.

6 Thine is this world of flocks and herds around Thee, which with the eye of the sun Thou beholdest.

Thou, O God, art alone the Lord of cattle; may we enjoy the treasure which Thou givest.

7 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.