1 The deluge, at the Almighty's call,
In what impetuous streams it fell!
Swallowed the mountains in its rage,
And swept a guilty world to hell.
2 In vain the tallest sons of pride,
Fled from the close pursuing wave;
Nor could the mightiest towers defend,
Nor swiftness 'scape, nor courage save.
3 How dire the wreck! how loud the roar!
How shrill the universal cry
Of millions in the last despair,
Re-echoed from the lowering sky!
4 Yet Noah, humble happy saint,
Surrounded with the chosen few,
Sat in his ark, secure from fear,
And sang the grace that steered him through.
5 So I may sing, in Jesus safe,
While storms of vengeance round me fall,
Conscious how high my hopes are fixed,
Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.
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.
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.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791