Flee as a bird to your mountain Thou who art weary with sin Go to the clear flowing fountain Where you may wash and be clean Fly for the avenger is near thee Call, and the Savior will hear thee He on his bosom will bear the O thou who art weary of sin O thou who art weary of sin He will protect thee forever Wipe every falling tear He will forsake thee, oh, never Sheltered so tenderly there Haste now the hours are flying Spend not the moments in sighing Cease from your sorrow and crying The Savior will wipe every tear The Savior will wipe every tear