1 With many a swift and crashing stroke
From clouds, the frigates of the sky,
Huge solemn-sailing clouds, there broke
Victorious bursts of energy.

2 The lance-like rain, the darting hail,
These rushed and ceased, while round about
The sulfurous lightnings, red or pale,
Gleamed and led on the rolling shout.

3 I saw the glorious battle-show,
The Lord came down, and for us fought;
Blights and diseases were the foe;
Great was the victory He wrought.

4 Now breathes a tranquil, buoyant air;
Nature oppressed is calm and free;
O storm, thy sounds of terror were
The signals of thy victory.

5 One general pleasure of release
Pervades today the earth and sky;
Bright quiet clouds, like ships of peace,
The airy ocean beautify.

6 While anchored on the horizon far,
Dark, battle-broken clouds attest
The sharpness of that heavenly war
By which they purchased us our rest.