Come to the ark—come to the ark;
To Je­sus come away:
The pes­ti­lence walks forth by night,
The ar­rows fly by day.

Come to the ark—the wa­ters rise,
The seas their bil­lows rear;
While dark­ness ga­thers o’er the skies,
Behold a re­fuge near!

Come to the ark—all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin:
Without, deep call­eth un­to deep,
But all is peace with­in.

Come to the ark—ere yet the flood
Your lin­ger­ing steps op­pose;
Come, for the door which op­en stood
Is now about to close.