Scripture Verse

Flee as a bird to your mountain. Psalm 11:1


Words & Mu­sic: W. How­ard Doane, Bright­est and Best (New York: Big­low & Main, 1875), num­ber 5 (🔊 pdf nwc).

W. Howard Doane (1832–1915)


Savior, like a bird to Thee,
Weary and wounded my soul would flee;
O let me fold my wings and rest
Peacefully, trustingly, on Thy breast.


Like a bird let me fly to Thee,
In Thine arms kindly shelter me;
Then my soul no more shall roam
Far, far away from home.

Savior, Thou my grief hast borne,
Thou hast a balm for the hearts that mourn;
One gentle word, and I shall rest
Hopefully, lovingly, on Thy breast.


I was lost till found by Thee;
Thine, blessèd Sav­ior, the glo­ry be;
Gladly I fold my wings and rest,
Lovingly, tenderly, on Thy breast.