Orpheus - The Hymns of Orpheus - XIX: To Jove, as the Author of Lightning lyrics

I Call the mighty, holy, splendid light, Aerial, dreadful-sounding, fiery-bright; Flaming, aerial-light, with angry voice, Lightning thro' lucid clouds with horrid noise. Untam'd, to whom resentments dire belong, Pure, holy pow'r, all-parent, great and strong: Come, and benevolent these rites attend, And grant my days a peaceful, blessed end.