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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.
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.
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.
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.
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