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 avenger is near thee;

Call, and the Saviour will hear thee;

He on his bosom will bear thee,

Thou who art weary of sin,

O thou who art weary of sin.

2 He will protect thee for ever,

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 Saviour will wipe every tear,

The Saviour will wipe every tear.