His Pow'rs Attain

The earths do quake and mountains shake,
The seas do roar and comes before.
The storms do break, hear noise they make,
O nature's lore, your wrath devour.

Now guns do fire which men desire,
Yes bombs do blow and overthrow.
Yet lusts admire though souls do tire,
O to and fro do evil grow.

Then comprehend short lives do end,
Those flowers die come moments by.
Though deeds do trend and hearts amend,
O true we cry that death is nigh.

Fear not, my soul, when troubles howl,
For God, He reigns, He's Sovereign.
For one and all, He made things whole,
'Tis my refrain,--"His pow'rs attain!"