Noah Preserved in the Ark, and the Believer in Christ

Verse 1

The deluge, at th’ almighty’s call, In what impetuous streams it fell! Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, And swept a guilty world to hell.

Verse 2

In vain the tallest sons of pride Fled from the close-pursuing wave, Nor could their mightiest towers defend, Nor swiftness ’scape, nor courage save.

Verse 3

How dire the wreck? how loud the roar: How shrill the universal cry Of millions in the last despair, Re-echo from the lowering sky!

Verse 4

Yet Noah, humble happy saint, Surrounded with the chosen few, Sat in his ark, secure from fear, And sang the grace that steer'd him ’thro.

Verse 5

So may I sing, in Jesus safe, When storms of vengeance round me fall, Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd, Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.

Verse 6

Enter thine ark, while patience waits, Nor ever quit that sure retreat; Then the wide flood, which buries earth, Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.

Verse 7

Nor wreck nor ruin there is seen; There not a wave of trouble rolls; But the bright rainbow round the throne Seals endless life to all their souls.