Scripture Verse

Take the wings of the morning. Psalm 139:9


Robert Lowry (1826–1899)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1872. Ap­peared in Roy­al Dia­dem, by Ro­bert Low­ry & W. How­ard Doane (New York & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1873), num­ber 84.

Music: Ro­bert Low­ry (🔊 pdf nwc).

Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)


Take the wings of the morn­ing;
Speed quick­ly thy flight
To Je­sus, thy Sav­ior,
Thy hope and thy light;
The fount of His mer­cy
Is op­en for thee,
Go wash and be cleaned
In its wa­ters so free.


Take the wings of the morn­ing and fly,
Ere the dark­ness shall cov­er the sky;
Fly away from the sha­dows
That ov­er thee roll,
And find in thy Sav­ior
The home of thy soul.

Fly away to thy Sav­ior,
He waits to for­give;
One look of His love,
And thy spir­it shall live;
Thy faith will se­cure thee
His bless­ing di­vine;
Go plead thou His mer­its,
And peace will be thine.


On the wings of the morn­ing
Fly home to His breast—
There on­ly thy re­fuge,
There on­ly thy rest;
The mo­ments are pre­cious,
The noon­tide is near;
Fly home to the Sav­ior,
Oh, lin­ger not here.