Flee As A Bird

Flee as a bird to your mountain, thou who art weary of sin;

Go to the clear flowing fountain where you may wash and be clean.

Haste, then, th'Avenger is near thee; call, and the Savior will hear thee;

He on His bosom will bear thee; O thou who art weary of sin,

O thou who art weary of sin.

He will protect thee forever, wipe every falling tear;

He will forsake thee, O never, sheltered so tenderly there.

Haste, then, the hours are flying, spend not the moments in sighing,

Cease from your sorrow and crying: The Savior will wipe every tear,

The Savior will wipe every tear.