Who had seen Zeus and his might?
Who had heard the uproar up the hills?
Who had seen the long strides of the king?
He races with the thunder
He rides the great South winds
And surfs the volcanoes lava
He swam the oceans in a second
He moves the wheels that holds the map
He roars with mighty thunderclaps
The horses follow his lead
Through the thick woodlands
The doves sings of his strength
As he pulls the nights veil away
He wields the lightning and the thunder
His enemies he tears asunder!
The Cold that blows in the day
The heat of the Golden Sun
All he puts firmly away
Making the days of men long
Thus the cornfields ripen very fast
And the birds watch admiringly up the mast
Even to all men he gave freely
Watching the talents bestowed on they
He treats the just and compassionate mildly
The Apples he gives to children by May
The Shellfish circle down the depths
And the Eagles supervise her nest
Have you seen this great god-king
Who keeps no brother, sister or twin?
