IN PRAISE OF BEN

Mighty Craftsman, Maker of Worlds,
Ben the Builder, of blessings the source,
at your first touch Trinald awakened:

out of the void Valorn was born,
Ethucan rose from the radiant ocean,
and burning Kilican burst forth in fire.

You set the stars in shining array;
with your own hands upholding the sky,
you sent Sunrifter on its straight path.

With care and skill you carved the mountains;
by your design the desert unending
came out of nothing, and new forests,
grasslands and plains grew at your word.

Your wrath is doom, darkening the skies:
loud-voiced thunder, twin-forked lightning
smites the lawbreaker, blights the shameless.

For yours is the world, well-guarded Trinald;
your power defends our dear dwelling-place,
Holy World Builder, held in your hands.