CCLXXI. Noah preserved in the Ark, and Believers in CHRIST

1 The Deluge, at th' Almighty's Call,
In what impetuous Streams it fell!
Swallow'd 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 Tow'rs 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-echo'd 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 steer'd him thro'.

5 So I may sing, in JESUS safe,
While Storms of Vengeance round me fall,
Conscious how high my Hopes are fix'd,
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.

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First Line: The Deluge, at th' Almighty's Call
Title: Noah preserved in the Ark, and Believers in CHRIST
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
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