When the ov­er­whelm­ing wa­ters
Once a world of sin­ners drowned,
Eight of Ad­am’s sons and daugh­ters
In the Ark sal­va­tion found:
Gathered to the Church, may we
Thus from wrath and per­il flee.

When the fire from God des­cend­ed
On the ci­ties of the plain,
Three alone, by Heav’n be­friend­ed,
Refuge did in Zo­ar gain:
By our pa­stors led, may we
Thus es­cape to Cal­va­ry.

When the mid­night angel num­bered
Egypt’s first­born with the dead,
Israel’s tribes, un­smit­ten, slumbered,
Where the pas­chal lamb had bled:
By the blood of sprink­ling, we
Thus from ven­geance are made free.

When, while quick and dead as­sem­ble,
Flames this uni­verse de­stroy,
Though the wick­ed quake and trem­ble,
Saints shall lift their heads with joy:
Raised to life, like them, may we
With the Lord for ev­er be.