O praiser, O worshiper, O warrior,
Extol our King with great zeal!
You who praise with abandon
With exultant shouts
With triumphant joy
Ascribing glory and strength - His due.

You are the tip of the spear
Invading earth's heart
With heaven's wonders.
Your words sling stones
And fell giants.
You carry the secret Treasure
Answering the burning question
In every man's soul:
Have you seen Him?

Invited, we are.
No, assigned.
No, released.
Now privileged to present
A reality so majestic,
So invincible,
So accessible that
The cares, the troubles,
The trials of this world
Appear as grasshoppers
Before our eyes.