Like Noah's weary dove
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found,
Oh, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found,
Oh, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
William Augustus Mühlenberg
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