Speed for thy life to the mountain
Slight not the message divine
Danger and death are before thee
Haste
while the hours are thine.
Speed thee
speed thee;
Shadows around thee are falling;
Come while the Savior is calling.
List to the warning again;
Forward
and look not behind thee
Stay not in all the plain.
Speed
for the day is declining
Soon its bright moments will fade;
What if a storm should o’ertake thee
Where would thou turn for aid?
Fly like a bird to its nest
Fly to the arms of the Savior:
There is thy only rest.
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