Hymnal ‎#195

195. Like Noah's weary dove

1 Like Noah's weary dove,
That soar'd the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found;

2 O cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wings to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the Ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

4 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

5 And, when the waves of ire
Again the earth shall fill,
The Ark shall ride the sea of fire,
Then rest o Sion's hill.

Text Information

• First Line: Like Noah's weary dove
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Notes: Public Domain.

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