1. Victory and triumph are your armies,
Honor is yours first, and empowerment is your end.

2. God's mercy has spread across the horizons,
And the earth shows signs heralding your rise.

3. She has worn robes of flowering splendor,
As if her beauty's adornment embroidered you.

4. You emerged amid dew and strife exultant—
Two opposites in your clenched fists combined,

5. Without them life would not be sweet, nor you sublime.
Before you marches God's victory in conquest,

6. With triumph shattering those on earth who spurned you.
People pray, hopes yearn,

7. Obedience seeks you, rebellion dreads you.
At your right hand a moon that needs no orbit,

8. No celestial spheres can equal your moon's light.
It leads an army to the hostile foe,

9. Trampling the hills, their summits crushed and broken.
By God's mercy in this world and the next,

10. May your mercy make life joyful, your favors perfect.