HYMN XLV
This is thine own. Thou drawest near, as the dove turneth to his
mate.
Thou carest too for this our prayer.
O Hero, Lord of Bounties, praised in hymns, may power and
pleasantness
Be his who signs the laud to thee.
Lord of a Hundred Powers, stand up to lend us succour in this
fight:
In others too let us agree.