Though the nations rage

Though the heathen say

Let us break their bonds asunder 

He that sits in the Heavens shall laugh

and every word that He's spoken shall come to pass

and all the earth shall tremble and quake

and all that can be shaken will shake

as The Lord begins to separate 

His bride from all who hate

From henceforth the plagues shall not come nigh

My sanctified, Holy, altogether lovely   Bride

For I'll remain close by       indeed, inside

The World is about to know such calamity 

as it has never known before,  nor ever again will see

Remain in the Ark of My Presence,  My Bride

for only there can you hope to survive 

yet not only survive but prosper and thrive 

as a mighty oasis in a desert vast

so shall you remain till the Judgments are passed