When wild confusion wrecks the air

When wild confusion wrecks the air,And tempests rend the skies;Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire,In harsh disorder rise;

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.

I 'll shout aloud, "Ye thunders, roll,And shake the sullen sky!Your sounding voice, from pole to pole,In angry murmurs try.

"Let the earth totter on her base,And clouds the heavens deform;Blow, all ye winds, from every place,And rush the final storm.

"Come quickly, blessed Lord! appear,Bid thy swift chariot fly;Let angels tell thy coming near,And snatch me to the sky.

"Around thy wheels in the glad throngI 'd bear a joyful part;All hallelujah on my tongue,All rapture in my heart."