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 O from the cruel Tatar noose
 * Rescue and set us free!

Grant moisture to our bodies parch’d,
 * That here are perishing,

And we will give, O Lord, to thee
 * Loud thanks in offering.

Crush now the foe in all our lands,
 * And us from them deliver,

Annihilate them utterly
 * For ever and for ever!’

Lo! Lo! upon the sultry heav’n
 * A cloud ascendeth high!

Loud blow the winds, the thunder rolls
 * And crashes fearfully.

The sky is thick overclouded all;
 * Flash! flash! the lightning glows

Amongst the Tatar tents; with rain
 * Reviv’d the hill-spring flows!

The storm is past, from ev’ry land
 * There hasten warriors brave,

Towards Olmütz march in ordered ranks,
 * And high their banners wave.

Their heavy swords beside them hang,
 * Full quivers rattling sound