As the Bird Flies Home

As the bird flies home to its par­ent nest

When the hunt­er seeks his prey

O child of God

to thy Fa­ther haste

From the tempt­er’s snare away.

Under His wings thy de­fense shall be

He with His fea­thers shall cov­er thee

Cover thee

cov­er thee

He with His fea­thers will cov­er thee.

When the winds are cold

and the days are long

And thy soul from care would hide

Fly back

fly back

to thy Fa­ther then

And be­neath His wings ab­ide.

Oh

the tran­quil joy of that dear re­treat

Where the Sav­ior bids thee rest

With stead­fast hope

and a trust­ing faith

In His love se­cure and blest.

’Tis the Lord thy God that to thee has said

He will guide thee with His eye;

In all thy need

like the wea­ry dove

To Thy on­ly re­fuge fly.