SA 38:17{SA 38:20{When the dove found no rest for the soul of her foot, and returned to Noah because the waters were on the face of the whole earth, "then he put forth his hand, and took her, and pulled her in" (margin, "caused her to come") "unto him in the Ark." What a beautiful picture is this little helpless, tired dove of our helplessness and weariness, and the kind hand, strong and tender, which does not leave us to flutter and beat against a closed window, but takes us, and pulls us "unto Him, into the Ark!" So we have the willingness of the Father in one part of the type, and the willingness of the Son in another part willingness to receive you into safety and rest.
O ye who seek the Savior, look up in faith and love.
Come up into the sunshine, so bright and warm above!
No longer tread the valley, but, clinging to His hand,
Ascend the shining summits and view the glorious land.
Our harp-notes should be sweeter, our trumpet-tones more clear,
Our anthems ring so grandly, that all the world must hear!
Oh, royal be our music, for who hath cause to sing
Like the chorus of redeemed ones, the children of the King.