When the overwhelming waters Once a world of sinners drowned, Eight of Adam’s sons and daughters In the Ark salvation found: Gathered to the Church, may we Thus from wrath and peril flee. When the fire from God descended On the cities of the plain, Three alone, by Heav’n befriended, Refuge did in Zoar gain: By our pastors led, may we Thus escape to Calvary. When the midnight angel numbered Egypt’s firstborn with the dead, Israel’s tribes, unsmitten, slumbered, Where the paschal lamb had bled: By the blood of sprinkling, we Thus from vengeance are made free. When, while quick and dead assemble, Flames this universe destroy, Though the wicked quake and tremble, Saints shall lift their heads with joy: Raised to life, like them, may we With the Lord for ever be.