Scripture Verse

Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before Me. Jonah 1:2


Words: Su­san H. Pe­ter­son, 1998 (pub­lic do­main).

Music: Low­den Carl H. Lowden, 1915 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Susan H. Peterson (1950–2004)


George F. Watts, 1894

God spoke to Jonah
And gave him command:
Go east to Nineveh
And tell them My plan.

Jonah objected
And fled from the Lord;
Soon found a ship headed
West, went on board.
Then God sent forth a tempest;
Upon the ship it beat.
Each man cried to his own god,
But Jonah fell asleep.
The sailors came and woke him,
His business did demand.
He said, My God’s
The Lord of Heav’n,
Who made the sea and land.

The sea grew rougher,
Till Jonah did cry,
It’s all my fault,
Cast me down, let me die!

They tried to row back
But could not prevail;
Threw Jonah over;
The waves then grew still.
Then God sent forth a great fish;
It swallowed him alive.
For three days from its stomach,
He prayed to God on high.
He gave up worthless idols;
With thanks he spoke this word:
What I have vowed
I will make good;
Salvation’s from the Lord.

God told the fish to
Spit Jonah back out;
Then said to Jonah,
To Nineveh set out.
Jonah obeyed and
Proclaimed all God’s word:
Forty more days,
Then you’ll all be destroyed!

The people all believed God;
They fasted and they prayed.
In sackcloth they repented,
Gave up their evil ways.
When God saw their repentance,
He felt compassion great.
He turned from his fierce anger and
Did not fulfill his threat.

Jonah was angry
That God would forgive;
Said, Lord, please kill me,
I don’t want to live.

Then he went outside
The city to see
What God would do,
What the outcome would be.
God sent a vine to shade him,
But then he sent a worm.
The vine did quickly wither;
The wind and sun did burn.
In anger Jonah cried out;
He thought his life should end.
God said, You cared
About the vine;
Should I not care for men?

Lord, when a mission
You give unto me,
May I obey You
And not try to flee.
You are so gracious,
Compassionate e’er,
Slow to get angry,
Abounding in care.
May I pro­claim Your message
To those who need to hear,
So that they will not perish,
Nor judg­ment from You fear.
May I not value comfort,
Nor fault You for Your grace.
Give me your heart
For all the lost,
Until I see Your face.