Scripture Verse

I am bringing a flood…to destroy every creature under heaven…But I will establish My covenant with you, and you will enter the ark with your sons, your wife, and your sons’ wives. Genesis 6:17–18


Words: Chris­to­pher Words­worth, The Ho­ly Year (Lon­don: Riv­ing­tons, 1862), num­ber 27, alt.

Music: Mei­ring­en Chris­tian G. Neefe, 1777 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Christopher Wordsworth (1807–1885)
National Portrait Gallery



Building the Ark
James Tissot (1836–1902)

It will not come, it will not come;
They reck not of the flood.
And where­fore with such wea­ry toil
Build up that pile of wood?
How should thine ark e’er reach the sea?
How on this mid­land float­ed be?

The sea’s great gulfs are brok­en up;
Heav’n’s win­dows op­ened are;
For for­ty days the rain pre­vails;
The mount­ains dis­ap­pear.
The faith­less die; the ark, their scorn,
Safe on the flood, their grave, is borne.

Lord, give us will­ing hearts to hear
Not this world’s voice, but Thine,
To fear Thy warn­ings, and to love
Thy means of grace di­vine;
Go in Thine ark, and there abide,
Unscarred by wind and foam­ing tide.

So when ano­ther flood shall come—
Not wa­ter, but of fire—
When in the bil­lo­wy surge of flame,
All na­ture shall expire,
We in Thy heav’n­ly ark may be,
Anchored on Ara­rat with Thee.