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

W. Howard Doane, in Brightest and Best, by Robert Lowry & Howard Doane (New York: Biglow & Main, 1875), number 5 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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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.

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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.

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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.

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