Tune: Little Cornard
(\'Hills of the north, rejoice\')
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Fly free, birds, spread your wings
Fly high over all things
All the sky you have clear
You view all below here
Yes, wing your flight so graciously
The Lord He your Creator be
Swooping and gliding strong
Borne on the winds along
Nothing impair your way
Flying at night or day
So souls released from sins may fly
Through Christ they know they never die
Begone, accusation
And too condemnation
That seek to your wings bind
So you no freedom find
But mourn and coo like doves entrapped
In fears and turmoils all enwrapped
Yet freedom through the One
Jesus the Father\'s Son
Washed by His blood, we free
He died even for me
And rose again that all may live
Eternal life He does us give
Wing your passage soul, be
Released from your cage, see
Free in Christ to be you
He does make all things new
Ascend on high, not earth bound stay
Christ here for you, He is the Way
We could not ourselves free
But Christ redemptively
Came to our help and aid
Our sins price He has paid
That we full in His image grow
And more of His power may know