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 the adventure is near thee
Call and the Savior will hear thee
He on His bosom will bear thee
Thou who art weary of sin
Oh, thou who art weary of sin

He will protect me forever
Wipe every falling tear
He will forsake me, oh, never
Sheltered so tenderly there

Haste now, the hours are flying
Spend not your moments inside
Cease from your sorrow and crying
The Savior will wipe every tear
The Savior will wipe every tear