Looking for that blessèd hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Savior Jesus Christ.
Titus 2:13
Words: Mather Byles, in the Appendix to Tate and Brady (Boston, Massachusetts: S. Kneeland, 1760), number 78, starting with verse 7, alt. The Last Tempest.
Music: Bangor William Tans’ur, 1734 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Alternate Tunes:
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.