Cynthia Clawson - Flee As a Bird

 

Cynthia Clawson - Flee As a Bird

 

 

Flee as a bird to your mountain,
Thou who art weary with sin;
Go to the clear flowing fountain,
Where you may wash and be clean;
Fly for 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.

 

He will protect thee forever,
Wipe ev’ry falling tear;
He will forsake thee, oh ,never,
Sheltered so tenderly there;
Haste now the hours are flying,
Spend not the moments in sighing,
Cease from your sorrow and crying,
The Savior will wipe ev’ry tear,
The Savior will wipe ev’ry tear.