The City of Refuge

O

guil­ty one

haste

To the ci­ty of re­fuge

Where mer­cy awaits thee

So bound­less and free;

O

haste with thy bur­den

Of sin and of sor­row;

Thy lov­ing Re­deem­er

Is wait­ing for thee.

O fly to the re­fuge!

To the re­fuge sure and free;

With thy sin and sor­row;

Jesus waits for thee.

O

guil­ty one

haste!

For the day beams are fad­ing

Afar on the de­sert;

Say

why wilt thou roam?

The arms of the Sav­ior

Will glad­ly en­fold thee;

He longs with for­give­ness

To wel­come thee home.

O

wea­ry one

haste!

For the night clouds pur­sue thee;

How dark­ly they frown

On the cold mount­ain’s brow;

The voice of the tem­pest

Is wail­ing around thee

And none but the Sav­ior

Can shel­ter thee now.