Take the Wings of the Morning

Take the wings of the morn­ing;

Speed quick­ly thy flight

To Je­sus

thy Sav­ior

Thy hope and thy light;

The fount of His mer­cy

Is op­en for thee

Go wash and be cleaned

In its wa­ters so free.

Take the wings of the morn­ing and fly

Ere the dark­ness shall cov­er the sky;

Fly away from the sha­dows

That ov­er thee roll

And find in thy Sav­ior

The home of thy soul.

Fly away to thy Sav­ior

He waits to for­give;

One look of His love

And thy spir­it shall live;

Thy faith will se­cure thee

His bless­ing di­vine;

Go plead thou His mer­its

And peace will be thine.

On the wings of the morn­ing

Fly home to His breast—

There on­ly thy re­fuge

There on­ly thy rest;

The mo­ments are pre­cious

The noon­tide is near;

Fly home to the Sav­ior

Oh

lin­ger not here.