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Out of the ark

They dreamed not of danger

Author: Rebecca S. Pollard
Tune: [They dreamed not of danger, those sinners of old]
Published in 6 hymnals

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1. They dreamed not of danger, those sinners of old,
Whom Noah was chosen to warn;
By frequent transgressions their hearts had grown cold,
They laughed his entreaties to scorn;
Yet daily he called them, Oh come, sinners, come,
Believe and prepare to embark!
Receive ye the message, and know there is room
For all who will come to the Ark.

Then come, come, oh, come;
There’s refuge alone in the Ark;
Receive ye the message, and know there is room
For all who will come to the Ark.

2. He could not arouse them, unheeding they stood,
Unmoved by his warning and prayer;
The prophet passed in from the oncoming flood,
And left them to hopeless despair;
The floodgates were opened, the deluge came on,
The heavens as midnight grew dark;
Too late, then they turned, every foothold was gone,
They perished in sight of the Ark. [Refrain]

3. O sinners, the heralds of mercy implore,
They cry like the patriarch, Come;
The Ark of salvation is moored to your shore,
Oh, enter while yet there is room!
The storm cloud of justice rolls dark overhead,
And when by its fury you’re tossed,
Alas, of your perishing souls ’twill be said,
They heard—they refused—and were lost! [Refrain]

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #5479

Author: Rebecca S. Pollard

Pseudonyms: Kate Harrington Born: September 20, 1831, Allegheny City, Pennsylvania. Died: May 29, 1917, Ft. Madison, Iowa. Buried: Farmington, Iowa. A teacher, writer and poet, Pollard spent her most productive years in Iowa. Her father, Professor N. R. Smith, was a playwright and authority on Shakespeare. She was married to New York poet and editor Oliver I. Taylor. She was the anonymous author of Emma Bartlett, or Prejudice and Fanaticism, a fictional reply to Uncle Tom’s Cabin, intended to expose the hypocrisy of Know-Nothingism. Pollard’s family moved to Ohio, then Kentucky, where she worked as a teacher. Later, she taught in Chicago, Illinois. Pollard lived in various Iowa cities, including Farmington, Keosauqua, Burling… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: They dreamed not of danger
Title: Out of the ark
Author: Rebecca S. Pollard
Refrain First Line: Then come, come, O come



The Cyber Hymnal #5479
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