Like a Bird to Thee

Savior

like a bird to Thee

Weary and wound­ed my soul would flee;

O let me fold my wings and rest

Peacefully

trust­ing­ly

on Thy breast.

Like a bird let me fly to Thee

In Thine arms kind­ly shel­ter me;

Then my soul no more shall roam

Far

far away from home.

Savior

Thou my grief hast borne

Thou hast a balm for the hearts that mourn;

One gen­tle word

and I shall rest

Hopefully

lov­ing­ly

on Thy breast.

I was lost till found by Thee;

Thine

bless­èd Sav­ior

the glo­ry be;

Gladly I fold my wings and rest

Lovingly

ten­der­ly

on Thy breast.