As Doves to Their Windows

As doves to their win­dows when dark­ness draws nigh

My soul in its long­ings to Je­sus would fly;

When dark waves of sor­row would ov­er me roll

In Je­sus

my Sav­ior

there’s rest for my soul.

As doves to their win­dows when tem­pests are high

As doves to their wind­ows when dar­kness draws nigh;

There’s re­fuge in Je­sus for each wea­ry soul

When dark waves of sor­row would ov­er it roll.

The win­dows of Heav­en stand op­en and wide

Where earth’s wea­ry pil­grims may ev­er ab­ide;

Then why do we tar­ry in dark­ness and sin

While Je­sus is wait­ing to wel­come us in?

Then come

tremb­ling sin­ner

no long­er de­lay;

As doves to their win­dows

fly quick­ly away;

Away from the sins that would sink thy poor soul

Where death’s stor­my bil­lows eter­nal­ly roll.