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