Jonah and the Whale

In the Bi­ble we are told

Of a pro­phet who was called

To a ci­ty that was steeped in aw­ful sin;

All the peo­ple in that place

Were de­void of sav­ing grace

And the pro­phet seemed afraid to en­ter in.

Over there

ov­er there

In that land bright and fair

Oh

he’ll tell me all about it ov­er there;

On the hal­le­lu­jah strand

I’ll take Jo­nah by the hand

And he’ll tell me all about it ov­er there.

Then this pro­phet forth was sent

That old Ni­ne­veh might re­pent

But in­stead of that to Tar­shish he set sail;

Oh! the winds be­gan to blow

Overboard did Jo­nah go

And he found a mer­cy seat in­side the whale.

In the cold and bri­ny deep

Tears of grief did Jo­nah weep

And the big fish threw him out up­on the shore;

Then he glad­ly went his way

Preached to Ni­ne­veh night and day

And he did not care to back­slide any more.

Oh

some peo­ple don’t be­lieve

That a whale could him re­ceive.

But that does not make my song at all un­true;

There are whales on ev­ery side

With their big mouths op­en wide—

Just take care

my friend

or one will swal­low you.

Many souls are tossed ab­out

By the whales of fear and doubt

But the Sav­ior wants to take them by the hand.

If they will His voice ob­ey

He will save them right away

And will guide them safe­ly to the pro­mised land.