#100Flee As A Bird
Words: M. J. Cartwright
Music: J. P. Webster
Hymn Display
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 the destroyer is near thee, Call, and the savior will hear thee;
He on his bosom will bear thee, O thou who art weary of sin.
2
He is the bountiful giver, Now unto him draw near;
Peace then shall flow like a river, Thou shalt be happy here;
Hark! 'tis the loving voice calling, Haste thee, thy strength is now failing;
Let not thy heart be appalling, O thou who art weary of sin.
3
Come, then, his mercy's revealing, Fly, for thy refuge is near;
He will do more than thy healing, He will thy burden bear;
Lo! Jesus gently is calling, Tenderly, lovingly calling,
Calling, O sinner, come to me!
Quick Info
- Hymnal
- Christ in Song
- Number
- #100
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1900