1 When wild confusion wrecks the air
And tempests rend the skies,
Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire
In harsh disorder rise;
2 Safe in my Savior’s love I’ll stand
And strike a tuneful song,
My harp all trembling in my hand,
And all inspired my tongue.
3 I’ll shout aloud, Ye thunders, roll,
And shake the sullen sky;
Your sounding voices, pole to pole
In angry murmurs cry.
4 The earth, she totters on her base,
And clouds the heav’n deform;
Blow, all ye winds from every place,
And rush the final storm.
5 Come quickly, blessèd hope, appear,
Bid swift thy chariot fly,
Let angels tell thy coming near,
And snatch me to the sky.
6 Around thy wheels in gladdest throng
I’d bear a joyful part;
All hallelujah on my tongue,
All rapture in my heart.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14441