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.