1 Like Noah’s weary dove,
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found—

2 O cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the ark of God.
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

4 There, safe shalt thou abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blessed.

5 Ah, yes! I all forsake,
My all to Thee resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take
And seal me ever Thine.