Admonition of coming calamities given in 1907

The floodgates are lifting -- beware of the tide!
"will sweep o're the nations, subduing their pride;
No barrier can stay it -- no hand can prevail --
For God moves in judgement -- His word cannot fail.

The fires are kindling -- beware of the flame!
Fore havoc and ruin "twill surely proclaim;
"Twill feed on the structures, and laugh at the wall
Definantly builded, and science appall.

Fierce tempests are brewing -- beware of their blast!
Their fury will gather in strength to the last;
The roar of their rushing the world will astound,
and woe in the wake of their whirlings abound.

A plague is in nesting -- beware of its breath!
Its touch is as mildew, its watchword is death;
No rank will escape it, no station be free,
Nor safety be found on the land or the sea.

A panic is pending -- commotion and dearth
Lie close in its path, and the treasures of earth
From hands that have held them like dust shall be swept,
And poverty enter where wealth has long slept.

A famine is coming -- the long fertile field
Will mock at man's labor, refusing to yield;
The earthquakes, Increasing shall sport, as they reel,
With towers of granite and strongholds of steel.

Disorders upon and disasters beneath
Earth's surface shall terror and sorrow bequeath;
The nations shall war and people contend,
And man must himself 'gainst his neighbor defend.

The vials of fury, poured forth everywhere,
Shall fill the ungodly with woe and despair;
No bond shall withold them, no cov'nant restrain
From slaughter for vengeance nor pillage for gain.

Though millions are heedless and scoffers deride,
"Twill come, and come shortly, and WHO SHALL ABIDE!
Make answer, O Zion, for surely within
Your borders shall cleansing and judgement begin.

If loving your God and neighbor, you'll purge
Yourselves of all selfishness -- fear not the scourge!
For angels will camp where beholding this sign
Of Sainthood, and guard you, because ye are mine.

The Father saith "Yea!" -- theSpirit "Amen"!
Repeat to the nations this warning again:
The end is approaching -- Redemption is near
And Jesus ere long, will in glory appear.

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Sung by Joseph Luff at Sunday afternoon prayers service in Stone Church, Independence Missouri,
November 1907