SAFE, myself, within the Ark,
How my spirit yearns o'er thee,
Tossing in thy fragile bark,
Out in life's tempestuous sea.
Safely I in Christ abide,
Raised above the floods of sin;-
While the door is open wide,
Oh! that thou wouldst enter in.
Safe, myself, within the fold,
Yet my spirit cannot rest
While thee wand'ring I behold,
Still, alas! unsaved, unblest.
Oh! that thou wouldst take the place
Of "the lost"-this Jesus craves;
For "the lost," in pitying grace,
Still the Shepherd seeks and saves,
Once I also went astray,
Loved the world and sin too well,
Madly follow'd my own way,
And a tale of woe could tell.
Grace it was that rescued me-
Drew me to the Father's home,
Grace is pleading now with thee,
Oh, that thou wouldst also come!
What a welcome would be thine,
What a Father's kiss of love!
His a deeper joy than mine,
Shared by angel hosts above.
Oh! the bliss can ne'er be told,
We must enter in to see,
In the home, the ark, the fold,
All is ready-WHAT OF THEE?