1 O Lord, God of the mighty arm, gather for us with Thy right hand Manifold and nutritious spoil.

2 We know Thee mighty in Thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth,

Mighty in measure, prompt to aid.

3 Hero, when Thou art fain to give, neither may angels nor mortal men

Restrain Thee like a fearful Bull.

4 Come, let us glorify the Lord supreme of wealth, Self-ruling King:

In bounty may He harm us not.

5 Let prelude sound and following chant so let Him hear the Saman sung,

And with His bounty answer us.

6 O Lord, with Thy right hand bring, and with Thy left remember us.

Let us not lose our share of wealth.

7 Come nigh, O Bold One, boldly bring hither the riches of the churl

Who giveth least of all the folk.

8 O Lord, the booty which Thou hast with holy singers to receive,

Even that booty win with us.

9 O Lord, Thy swiftly-coming spoil, the booty which rejoices all,

Sounds quick in concert with our hopes.