O fly to the Ark, poor soul,
No re­fuge on earth so near;
The bil­lows with­out may roll,
But God will pro­tect thee here.

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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.

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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.

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Come in­to the Ark, come in,
And Je­sus, the Lord, will give
A par­don for all thy sin—
Come in­to the Ark and live.

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