Flee as a Bird to Your Mountain

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,
Thou who art weary of sin,
O thou who art weary of sin.

2. He will protect thee forever,
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.