|These warriors, victorious, these worshippers of Thine,|
Whom Thou hast granted the will to win power in Thy name;
Who cleave rivers and woods in twain,
Whose terror turns mountains into dust;
They care not for the world; They care not for its pleasures;
In their passion, in their zeal, In their love for Thee, O Lord,
They aim at martyrdom,
Not the rule of the earth.
Thou hast united warring tribes,
In thought, in deed, in prayer.