Now wave meets wave, and swells the flood
In fury o'er the land,
Fulfilling all the will of God,
Obeying His command.

O God! the power is thine alone,
To punish and create;
We would with reverence bow to Thee,
And worship might so great

And may we never dare provoke
That high Almighty Power,
Which once awaked against our sins,
Could blast us in an hour.




IX.

THE FLOATING ARK.


The waters lifted up the ark,
Majestic it did ride
Above the swelling, surging waves,
Along the rolling tide.

The freight of life it bore along,