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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

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