The Lord moves in a mysterious way. In the childlike minds of the benighted Lamanites, the fear of the Lord, as if it were a burning fire, consumed their almost barbaric inclinations. At first they thought to flee from the impending disaster. They wanted to leave behind scenes so unprecedented; they apprehended danger. But the servants of the king who had been with Ammon at the Waters of Sebus, saw again the wonderful powers he had shown there. In their simple way, they called upon Ammon's God to save them from a destruction which they felt was near. The Lord hears the cry of any generation of His children who call upon Him in truth, and the cries of these dark-skinned, misguided, Lamanite children were not in vain. Peace, the Lord's peace, came down upon them as gentle rain. Disabling fear, the most despised of all human frailties, now was turned into the fear of the Lord.