1 As doves to their windows when darkness draws nigh,
My soul in its longings to Jesus would fly;
When dark waves of sorrow would over me roll,
In Jesus, my Savior, there’s for rest my soul.

Refrain:
As doves to their windows when tempests are high,
As doves to their windows when darkness draws nigh;
There’s refuge in Jesus for each weary soul,
When dark waves of sorrow would over it roll.

2 The windows of Heaven stand open and wide,
Where earth’s weary pilgrims may ever abide;
Then why do we tarry in darkness and sin,
While Jesus is waiting to welcome us in? [Refrain]

3 Then come, trembling sinner, no longer delay;
As doves to their windows, fly quickly away;
Away from the sins that would sink thy poor soul,
Where death’s stormy billows eternally roll. [Refrain]