Oh, save us from the sulphurous gale,
Or lost in storm o’er blowing,
The fiery scourge beneath us laid
From heav’n received us falling.
And thunder, wind, and lighting raged
Leviathans beneath the waves,
Though God and all his worst create
For reaping up this salty grave.
‘Tis Satan talking to his mate
With head uplift above the swell
And eyes that sparkle blazed and bright
With the light of desolation
And thunder, wind, and lighting raged
Leviathans beneath the waves,
Though God and all his worst create
For reaping up this salty grave.
And thunder, wind, and lighting raged
Leviathans beneath the waves,
Though God and all his worst create
For reaping up this salty grave.

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