Written in 1840 by Mary Stanley Bunce Dana Schindler
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
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