HYMN LIII. Pusan.

1. LORD of the path, O Pusan, we have yoked and bound thee to our hymn,

Even as a car, to win the prize.

2 Bring us the wealth that men require, a manly master of a house,

Free-handed with the liberal meed.

3 Even him who would not give, do thou,

O glowing Pusan, urge to give,

And make the niggard's soul grow soft.

4 Clear paths that we may win the prize; scatter our enemies afar.

Strong God, be all our thoughts fulfilled.

5 Penetrate with an awl, O Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls,

And make them subject to our will.

6 Thrust with thine awl, O Pusan: seek that which the niggard's heart holds dear,

And make him subject to our will.

7 Tear up and read in pieces, Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls,

And make them subject to our will.

8 Thou, glowing Pusan, carriest an awl that urges men to prayer;

Therewith do thou tear up and rend to shreds the heart of every one.

9 Thou bearest, glowing Lord! a goad with horny point that guides the cows

Thence do we seek thy gift of bliss.

10 And make this hymn of ours produce kine, horses, and a store of wealth

For our delight and use as men.