My first song

        Flee as a bird 
       
 Eliana’s Hand
 
        It seems as though I have been born into a musical family.  While in
mom's stomach I faintly remember hearing a flute(mom) and a guitar(dad).
They did not practice too much, but I still would like to believe that
the One who made me gave me some of the talent that my parents have.
        Dad seems intent on singing songs in the minor key, which the first one
sung to me was.  Minor keys take some getting use to, though.  Dad is
trying to get the song recorded on the web, so do check back.  In the
mean time here are the words to the song that he sang to me.
        I also listen to Michael Card when I need to fall asleep.  There is
something about him that puts me to sleep.  You can link to his Web-site
 here(leaving Eliana's page).  What song would you like dad to sing to me?
Please e-mail him: rickyk@andrews.edu
 

             "In the Lord I put my trust...Flee as a bird to your
mountain." Psalms 11:1

 Words & Music: Mary Stanley Bunce Dana Shindler, 1842

 Am        Am/G            F      E7
Flee as a bird to your mountain,
 Am                  Dm         E7sus  E7
Thou who art weary of sin;
 Am           Am/G             F      E7
Go to the clear flowing fountain
 Am                       E7                   Am  G
Where you may wash and be clean.

C                                            G
Haste, then, th'avenger is near thee
C                     Dm             E7sus E7
Call, and the Savior will hear thee;

 Am            Am/G            F      E7
He on His bosom will bear thee;
 Am               E7                 Am
O thou who art weary of sin,
 Am               E7                 Am
O thou who art weary of sin.

Am        Am/G            F      E7
He will protect thee forever,
Am                  Dm  E7sus  E7
Wipe every falling tear;
Am        Am/G            F      E7
He will forsake thee, O never,
 Am                E7            Am   G
Sheltered so tenderly there.

C                                            G
Haste, then, the hours are flying,
C                       Dm7              E7sus  E7
Spend not the moments in sighing,
Am                         Am/G          F      E7
Cease from your sorrow and crying:
 Am               E7                 Am
The Savior will wipe every tear,
 Am               E7                 Am
The Savior will wipe every tear.
 

Source:    http://Www.tch.simplenet.com/htm/f/fleeasab.htm

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