1 Come to the ark, come to the ark;
To Jesus come away:
The pestilence walks forth by night,
The arrows fly by day.
2 Come to the ark: the waters rise,
The seas their billows rear;
While darkness gathers o'er the skies,
Behold a refuge near!
3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin:
Without, deep calleth unto deep,
But all is peace within.
4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood
Your lingering steps oppose;
Come, for the door which open stood
Is now about to close.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #840
Come to the ark, come to the ark. [Invitation.] This anonymous hymn has been traced to Percy Francis Hall's Christian Hymn Book, 1841. It was repeated in J. Column's Collection, 1846; H. W. Beecher's Plymouth Collection, 1855; and in several later hymn-books in Great Britain and America.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)