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
Fly, th'avenger is near thee
Call, and the Savior will hear thee
He on His bosom will bear thee
Thou who art weary of sin
Thou who art weary of sin
He will protect thee forever,
Wipe ev'ry falling tear
He will forsake thee, O never, S
heltered 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 ev'ry tear,
The Savior will wipe ev'ry tear.
He is the bountiful Giver,
Now unto Him draw near
Peace then shall flow as a river,
Thou shalt be saved from thy fear.
Hark! 'tis thy Saviour calling,
Haste, for the twilight is falling,
Flee for the night is appalling,
thou shalt be saved from thy fear,
thou shalt be saved from thy fear.