Flee As A Bird

This is a song I learned from my parents
Lyrics by Mary Dana Shindler music from a traditional Spanish Aire
Flee as a bird to your mountain, thou who art weary of sin;
Go to the clear flowing fountain where you may wash and be clean.
Haste, then, th’Avenger is near thee; call, and the Savior will hear thee;
He on His bosom will bear thee; O thou who art weary of sin,
O thou who art weary of sin.
Come, then, to Jesus, Thy Saviour, He will redeem thee from sin;
Blest with a sense of His favor, make thee all-glorious within!
Call, for the Saviour is near thee, waiting in mercy to hear thee,
He by His presence will cheer thee, O thou who art weary of sin

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Sounds great :D