Fly to the Ark of Rest

O fly to the Ark

poor soul

No re­fuge on earth so near;

The bil­lows with­out may roll

But God will pro­tect thee here.

Then fly

fly to the Ark of Rest

There

there shall thy soul be blest;

O haste

or the op­en door

May close ere the day is o’er.

O fly to the Ark of Grace

For how canst thou brave the storm

That com­eth so wild apace?

’Twill cov­er thy help­less form.

O fly to the Ark of Love

The world has no home for thee;

O come like the wea­ry dove

And sweet shall thy wel­come be.

Come in­to the Ark

come in

And Je­sus

the Lord

will give

A par­don for all thy sin—

Come in­to the Ark and live.