Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: When the fierce north-wind with his sin forces
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 11s and 5s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 614
Page Number: 322, 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 storm of hail comes,
Rushing amain down.
How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble,
While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,
Roars a loud onset to the gapping waters,
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.
Tears the strong pillars of the vaulted heavens,
Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes;
See the graves open and the bones arising,
Flames all around them.
Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches!
Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish,
Stare thro' their eyelids, while the living worms lie
Gnawing within them.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings,
And the soul twinges when the eyes behold the
Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance
Rolling afore him.
Hopeless immortals! how they scream and shiver,
While devils push them to the pit wide yawning,
Hideous and gloomy to receive them head long,
Down to the centre.
Stop here my fancy (all away ye horrid
Doleful ideas) come arise to Jesus,
How he sits God-like and the saints around him,
Thron'd yet adoring.
O may I sit there when he comes triumphant,
Dooming the nations; then ascend to glory,
While our hosannas all along the passage,
Shout the Redeemer.