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John Wall Callcott
(1766 - 1821)
O snatch me swift
(S.A.T.B.B.)
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the twenty-fifth collection.
Lyrics: Anon
O snatch me swift from these tempestuous scenes,
To where life knows not what distraction means;
To where religion, peace and comfort dwell,
And cheer with heartfelt rays my lonely cell.
Yet if it please Thee best, Thou Pow'r Supreme,
My barque to drive through life's more rapid stream,
If low'ring storms my destined course attend,
And ocean rages till my days shall end;
Let ocean rage, let storms indignant roar,
I bow submissive and, resigned, adore.
O snatch me swift from these tempestuous scenes,
To where life knows not what distraction means;
To where religion, peace and comfort dwell,
And cheer with heartfelt rays my lonely cell.
Yet if it please Thee best, Thou Pow'r Supreme,
My barque to drive through life's more rapid stream,
If low'ring storms my destined course attend,
And ocean rages till my days shall end;
Let ocean rage, let storms indignant roar,
I bow submissive and, resigned, adore.