They perish in their sin.

Not highest trees can shelter them,
Nor mountain caverns hide,
For caves and heights are fill'd and lost,
As onward sweeps the tide.

Ah! would that they had heard the word
That faithful Noah preach'd;
Accepted of Jehovah's grace
Which he to them out-reach'd.

But now, alas! it is too late;
No human power can save
A single soul from perishing,
Beneath the flooding wave.

Oh! let us not provoke our God;
But of His grace partake;
And feel our sins are blotted out
For His own mercy's sake.




XI.

THE ARK RESTS ON ARARAT.