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 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 Saviour will wipe ev'ry tear,
The Saviour will wipe ev'ry tear.