Come to the ark, come to the ark;

To Jesus come away;

The pestilence walks forth by night,

The arrow flies by day.

2 Come to the ark; the waters rise,

The seas their billows rear:

While darkness gathers o’er the skies,

Behold a refuge near!

3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep

Beneath the sense of sin:

Without, deep calleth unto deep,

But all is peace within.

4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood

Your lingering steps oppose;

Come, for the door, which open stood,

Is now about to close.