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 Saviour will hear thee,
He on his bosom will bear thee,
Thou who art weary of sin,
O thou, who art weary of sin.
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 Saviour will wipe ev’ry tear,
The savior will wipe ev’ry tear.
Shindler, Mary Dana, "Flee As A Bird" (1857). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 384.
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