Scripture Verse

Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows? Isaiah 60:8


Words: Will­iam E. Penn, Har­vest Bells No. 3 (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: John Church, 1887).

Music: Sa­ma­ra Ed­ward T. O’Kane, 1890 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of O’Kane (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William E. Penn


As doves to their win­dows when dark­ness draws nigh,
My soul in its long­ings to Je­sus would fly;
When dark waves of sor­row would ov­er me roll,
In Je­sus, my Sav­ior, there’s rest for my soul.


As doves to their win­dows when tem­pests are high,
As doves to their wind­ows when dar­kness draws nigh;
There’s re­fuge in Je­sus for each wea­ry soul,
When dark waves of sor­row would ov­er it roll.

The win­dows of Hea­ven stand op­en and wide,
Where earth’s wea­ry pil­grims may ev­er abide;
Then why do we tar­ry in dark­ness and sin,
While Je­sus is wait­ing to wel­come us in?


Then come, tremb­ling sin­ner, no long­er de­lay;
As doves to their win­dows, fly quick­ly away;
Away from the sins that would sink thy poor soul,
Where death’s stor­my bil­lows eter­nal­ly roll.