Come thou and all thy house into the ark. Genesis 7:1
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There is no shelter for the soul,
On earth, in Heav’n above,
No shelter but in Christ the Lord,
No refuge but His love.
Then fly to the ark where the weary dove
Came back to the place of rest;
O fly to the arms, to the sheltering arms
Of the Savior that loves thee best.
There is no shelter from the night,
So cold and dark and drear,
But in the Lord, our righteousness,
Whose kindly aid is near.
There is no shelter from the storm
That frowns above our head
But in the Lamb of Calvary
Whose blood for all was shed.
There is no refuge but in Christ,
Tho’ we the world should gain,
The soul without His grace is lost,
All other hope is vain.