1 I will flee a wounded dove
To the mountain of God’s love;
Hide me in the clefted rock,
From the world’s wild tempest shock;
Seal me, Christ, Thy very own,
Anchor me fast to the throne.

2 Shown myself, I fled away,
Out of night into the day;
Show my Lord, I now desire
Heart and brain be set on fire,
Just to do my Master’s will—
When death comes, to praise Him still.

3 I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Bear me through the passing throng
Of life’s cares and bitter grief;
Let me ever find relief
Looking to the height sublime,
Just beyond the shores of time.

4 Drop into my life sweet trust,
Write my name among the just;
Make me yours in heart, my King,
And Thy praises I will sing;
While supplies of grace come down,
Guiding me from cross to crown.