Come, flee as a bird to your Mountain, You who are weary of sin; Go to the clear flowing Fountain Where you may wash and be clean. Fly, for the'avenger is near you, Call and the Saviour will hear you. He on His bosom will bear you, You who are weary of sin. He will sustain you forever, Wipe ev'ry falling tear; He will forsake you, O never, Sheltered so tenderly there. Haste, then, the hours are flying, Spend not the moments in sighing. Cease from your sorrow and weeping, The Saviour will wipe ev'ry tear. Words (based on Psalm 11): M.B.S.Dana (late 19th century) Music (from a Spanish folktune), arr: Leland B. Sateren (13 Oct 1913 -)