When the fierce Northwind with his airy Forces
Rears up the Baltick to a foaming Fury
And the red Lightning with a 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 gaping 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 Vault of Heaven
Breaks up old Marble the Repose of Princes;
See the Graves open, and the Bones arising
Flames all around 'em

Hark the shrill Outcries of the guilty Wretches!
Lively bright Horror and amazing Anguish
Stare thro' their Eye-lids, while the living Worm lies
Gnawing within them

Thoughts like old Vultures prey upon their Heartstrings
And the Smart twinges, when their Eye beholds 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 headlong
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 Hosannahs all along the Passage
Shout the Redeemer