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 voic­es

pole to pole

In ang­ry mur­murs cry.

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.

Come quick­ly

bless­èd hope

ap­pear

Bid swift thy cha­ri­ot fly

Let an­gels tell thy com­ing near

And snatch me to the sky.

Around thy wheels in glad­dest throng

I’d bear a joy­ful part;

All hal­le­lu­jah on my tongue

All rap­ture in my heart.