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. Haste, then, 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, 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, The Savior will wipe every tear.
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