First Line: Take the wings of the morning,

Take the wings of the morning,
speed quickly thy flight
To Jesus, thy Saviour, thy hope,
and thy light !
The fount of His mercy is open for thee,
Go wash, and be cleansed in its
waters so free !

Fly away, fly away on the wings of the
morning !
Fly away, fly away, to thy Saviour and Friend !

2 Fly away to thy Saviour, 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 merit, and peace will be thine !

3 On the wings of the morning fly home
to His breast----
There only thy refuge, there only thy rest :
The moments are precious, the noon-tide is near ;
Fly home to thy Saviour ! oh, linger not here !