God Hath His Way by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 18, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 32.

God Hath His Way

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

E'en in the whirlwind's rage, God hath His way, And none can stay His hand, Nor tell Him nay. The fleecy clouds that sail — A white-winged fleet — Are but the dust about His conquering feet.

The towering mountains proud, With peaks of snow, Shake down their misty shroud On plains below. Flung by His mighty hand, Stars know their path; While signs in sun and moon Portend His wrath.

The whirling suns above, His words fulfil, In perfect order move, And act His will. The high hills melt and burn Before His face. The clouds His chariots spurn, In awful race.

Then let me never fear To trust His power Who keeps me year by year And hour by hour. And on that blissful strand, Earth's journey o'er, By His dear side I'll stand Forevermore.