In the Bi­ble we are told
Of a pro­phet who was called
To a ci­ty that was steeped in aw­ful sin;
All the peo­ple in that place
Were de­void of sav­ing grace,
And the pro­phet seemed afraid to en­ter in.

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Over there, ov­er there,
In that land bright and fair,
Oh, he’ll tell me all about it ov­er there;
On the hal­le­lu­jah strand
I’ll take Jo­nah by the hand,
And he’ll tell me all about it ov­er there.

Then this pro­phet forth was sent
That old Ni­ne­veh might re­pent,
But in­stead of that to Tar­shish he set sail;
Oh! the winds be­gan to blow,
Overboard did Jo­nah go,
And he found a mer­cy seat in­side the whale.

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In the cold and bri­ny deep
Tears of grief did Jo­nah weep,
And the big fish threw him out up­on the shore;
Then he glad­ly went his way,
Preached to Ni­ne­veh night and day,
And he did not care to back­slide any more.

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Oh, some peo­ple don’t be­lieve
That a whale could him re­ceive.
But that does not make my song at all un­true;
There are whales on ev­ery side,
With their big mouths op­en wide—
Just take care, my friend, or one will swal­low you.

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Many souls are tossed about
By the whales of fear and doubt,
But the Sav­ior wants to take them by the hand.
If they will His voice ob­ey,
He will save them right away,
And will guide them safe­ly to the pro­mised land.

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