Lyrics

The Lord has His way
in the whirlwind
In the storm
The clouds:
The dust of His feet

His love is free
Extending to the poor
To the broken
But His wrath is earned
The obstinate and proud
Meet their end

The storm, the whirlwind
Fall on all men alike
Through the storm
The Lord has His way -

Oh to know, the goodness
Of His ways
Who is a stronghold
In the day of trouble

But darkness meets its utter end
Yes darkness meets its utter end
Darkness meets its utter end
The holy one's life, it overcomes!
He has His way with the storm!

He treads on serpents
And they were crushed
That serpent who was told
Told to eat the dust
That brought that serpent
To its end
And crushed his head

The Lord has His way
in the storm

He wants to be your stronghold
And pour His favor on you
Not by your works
But dependent on what
You choose

Where will you be in the storm?
In the rage when it comes?
The rain falls on the just, and unjust alike
And the Lord has His way in the storm.