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John Whitaker
(1776 - 1847)
When the fierce north wind
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From "Harmonia sacra, a collection of the most celebrated tunes and anthems", Aberdeen, 1822. This work includes neither organ part nor figured bass; a reduction has been extracted in the present edition.
Lyrics: Isaac Watts
When the fierce north wind, with its airy forces,
Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury,
And the red light'ning with a storm of hail
Comes rushing amain down,
How the poor sailor stands amazed and trembles,
While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,
Roars aloud onset to the gaping waters,
Quick to devour them.
Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder,
If things eternal may be like those earthy;
Such the dire terror when the great archangel
Shakes the creation.
When the fierce north wind, with its airy forces,
Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury,
And the red light'ning with a storm of hail
Comes rushing amain down,
How the poor sailor stands amazed and trembles,
While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,
Roars aloud onset to the gaping waters,
Quick to devour them.
Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder,
If things eternal may be like those earthy;
Such the dire terror when the great archangel
Shakes the creation.