Out of the Ark

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.

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.

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!