The answer of the Lord

So barren ground to man was found,
When I kept back my rain;
A famine in the land was found—
Be wise, you sons of men;
Survey, survey your every land,
And see how all do grow;
Without my rain there is none can stand;
The scorching sun, you know,
Would soon burn up your every hope,
And barren ground appear.
The pride of men must surely drop,
If Satan conquers here.
I ask, what earth can he bring forth,
With all his boasted pride?
For the foundation of the earth
By me was surely laid;
The foaming billows large, rolling waves of the sea I did place,
And they their bounds do know;
But soon they must destroy this earth,
If I their bounds let go.
For in my hand they all do stand,
And I have set bounds for all;
And the proud waves I can command,
That backward they must fall.
Wave after wave does often come,
And the rude seas appear;
But it is by my powerful hand
That they the shore do fear;
Because my bounds to them are found,
They can no further go;
And perfect so shall hell be bound,
And that they all shall know.
Wave after wave may hasten on,
Like raging seas appear;
But know, the shore is fixed for MAN,
And the proud Tyrant referring to Satan there
Must surely stop his every hope,
I made a shore for MAN;
And by the raging of the seas,
I have showed you Satan's plan;
How he will swell in rage from hell,
But shall not break the tide;
Like foaming billows he will swell,
Like angry seas applied.
So now see plain, you sons of men,
What lies before your view:
Can the proud seas your lives contain,
If I their bounds let go?