The rivers rise to fearful height,
And roll their torrents on,
Until their highest banks are lost
From sight, deep overflown.
The fountains too and hidden springs,
Seem bursting everywhere;
Their waters flow on every side,
The common rage to share.
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,
Secure from every harm;
And though the tempest raged without,
Their hearts knew no alarm.
To God in humble earnest prayer,
They sent their feeble cry,
And He with power and love did look,
Down from His throne on high.
And while the raging waves did roar,
And swift destruction bring,
Jehovah sheltered them beneath
The shadow of His wing.
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