Scripture Verse

Cities for refuge from the avenger. Numbers 35:12


Fanny Crosby

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in The Gos­pel Awak­en­ing, ed­it­ed by Fran­cis A. Black­mer (Spring­field, Mas­sa­chu­setts: F. A. Black­mer, 1888), num­ber 27.

Music: Hor­ace N. Lin­coln (🔊 pdf nwc).

Horace N. Lincoln


O, guilty one, haste
To the city of refuge,
Where mercy awaits thee,
So boundless and free;
O, haste with thy burden
Of sin and of sorrow;
Thy loving Redeemer
Is waiting for thee.


O fly to the refuge!
To the refuge sure and free;
With thy sin and sorrow;
Jesus waits for thee.

O, guilty one, haste!
For the day beams are fading,
Afar on the desert;
Say, why wilt thou roam?
The arms of the Savior
Will gladly enfold thee;
He longs with forgiveness
To welcome thee home.


O, weary one, haste!
For the night clouds pursue thee;
How darkly they frown
On the cold mountain’s brow;
The voice of the tempest
Is wailing around thee,
And none but the Savior
Can shelter thee now.