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HYMN XLIX

HYMN XLIX 1. When voices, fain to win mid-air, ascended to the Mighty One,   The vigorous God was filled with joy. 2. Praise with the voice the Mighty, praise the awful with the voice:    in heaven   He, the most bounteous, hath been glad. 3. Praise with the voice the Mighty: he rules in each realm. In    transport he   Hath set upon the sacred grass. 4. As cows low to their calf in stalls, so with our songs we glorify   This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who    joys in the delightful juice. 5. Celestial, bounteous Giver, God, with power and might, rich,    mountain-like, in precious things.   Him soon we see for foodful booty rich in kine, brought    hundredfold and thousandfold. 6. I crave of thee that hero strength—that thou mayst first regard    this prayer   Wherewith thou helpest Bhrigu and the Yatis and Praskanva    when the prize was staked. 7. Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea—Indra, that    manly strength of thine.   For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds    have cried aloud.