A Voice from Bountiful

  A Voice from Bountiful Prophetic storms, and tempests came, In that first month, on that fourth day¹, To shake, divide, with lightning fire, Fulfilled the warnings of God’s ire². The cities of the wicked burned³, or sunk, beneath the earth o'erturned, This righteous land- now sin depraved, Lay drowned in seas of frothing waves4.…