Mighty Five, who art on High, we beseech You.
Raise us up, who now art low,
And lend us strength, who now art weak.
Show us the way, that we may follow.
Your will be done, on this earth, as in the City.
For You are our Lords, supreme, without end.
He who to the Five commits his ways,
In silence suffers, waits, and prays,
Preserves his faith and conscience pure,
He is of the Five's protection sure.