O mighty one

O Mighty One, Master of all, O Eternal!

By thy will the worlds were created,

At thy voice in forest primeval

Lies shatter'd the mighty cedar.

Thou, who in wrath art arm'd with the thunder,

On me alone let vengeance fall.

Strong is the cedar, strong am I,

Strike alone the tree on the mountain.

But in mercy, bid thy dart spare

Where the night with her wings encloses

Fondly the springtime of roses,

And where the sun-bright day is fair.