Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: When the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 11s and 5s
Tune: Clermont
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 276, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhen the fierce north wind, with his airy forces
Rears up the ocean to a foaming fury,
And the red lightning with the storm of hail comes
Rushing amoin down,
Rushing amain down.
How the poor sailors stand amazed and tremble,
While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,
Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters,
Quick to devour them,
Quick to devour them.
Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder,
If things eternal may be like these earthly;
Such the dire terror, when the great archangel
Shakes the creation,
Shakes the creation.
Tears the strong pillars of the vaulted heavens,
Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes,
Sees the graves open, and the dead arising,
Flames all around them,
Flames all around them.
Stop her, my fancy! all away, ye horrid
Doleful ideas! come, arise to Jesus;
How he sits, God-like, and the saints around him
Throned, yet adoring,
Throned, yet adoring.
O, may I sit there when he comes triumphant,
Dooming the nations; then ascent to glory,
While our hosannas all along the passage,
Shout the Redeemer,
Shout the Redeemer.