The Godly Man's Ark. Isaiah xxvi. 20

It is my Father's Voice; And O! how sweet the Sound! It makes mine inmost Pow'rs rejoice, My trembling Heart rebound.

"Mark, the black Tempest lours, "And gathers round the Sky; "Retire and shun the sweeping Show'rs "Of Indignation nigh.

"Come, my dear Children, come, "And seek your Father's Arms; "There is your Shelter, there your Home, "'Midst all these dire Alarms.

"Enter at his Command; "Close in your Ark remain; "And wait the Signal of his Hand "To call you forth again.

"The Moments to beguile "A chearful Song begin; "Nor let the roaring Thunders spoil "The Harmony within.

"E'er long the Sky shall clear, "The Clouds be chas'd away, "And Grace shall shine in Radiance fair "Thro' an eternal Day."