Flee as a Bird

Verse 1

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, for th'avenger is near thee; Call and the Savior will hear thee; He on His bosom will bear thee, O thou who art weary of sin, O thou who art weary of sin.

Verse 2

He will protect Thee for ever, Wipe ev'ry falling tear; He will forsake thee, O never, Sheltered 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.