1 O Mighty One, accept this offering, pressed out in the mortar, full of sweets. Send down to us great riches, in your glad assembly, in thousands, O Most healthy. Thou art waxing great.

2 To thee with worship, with offerings, and with lauds we come.

Lord of all strength and power, grant, in your glad assembly, the best choice-worthy treasure. Thou art waxing great.

3 Thou who art Lord of precious boons, inciter even of the churl,

Guardian of singers, in your glad assembly, save us from woe and hatred. Thou art waxing great.

6 Sweet be my going forth, and rich in sweets be my approach to home.

So, through your favour, enrich us with all pleasantness.