His bitter frost, and fleecy snow,
Descend, and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

When, from his dreadful stores on high,
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch who bears this god defy,
Shall find his courage fail.

He sends his words and melts the snow;
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word;
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.