Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Flee as a bird to your mountain
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: 8s and 7s peculiar
Tune: Haydin
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 270, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFlee 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 Savior will hear thee;
He, on his bosom will bear thee,
O, thou who art weary of sin.
He will protect thee forever,
Wipe every 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 Savior will wipe every tear.