To the ark away, or per­ish:
Sinners, to the ark away;
Vain the hope, that thou­sands cher­ish,
Of de­li­ver­ance in that day;
When de­struc­tion
Cometh, that no arm can stay.

Sinners, be ad­vised, and haste ye
To the ark that op­en lies;
Why, O why, in fol­ly waste ye
Precious time that quick­ly flies?
Soon your laugh­ter
Will be turned to mourn­ful cries.

Hear the Lord Him­self in­vite you,
To His arms, a re­fuge sure;
O be­lieve Him, lest He smite you
With a curse that none can cure;
When He thun­ders,
Who His an­ger can endure?

They are safe, and none be­side them,
Who the Sav­ior’s word obey;
They are safe, for He will hide them
In the dark and gloomy day;
He will hide them
Till the storm has passed away.

Then a bright and glo­ri­ous sea­son
Shall suc­ceed, and ne­ver end;
Hear Him then, for there is rea­son:
Jesus is the sin­ner’s friend;
Safe His peo­ple,
Nothing shall His saints of­fend.