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 on Sion's hill.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871