8. Hymn: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Author: Robert Robinson

Tune: NETTLETON

(Vocal)

1. Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, 

    Tune my heart to sing thy grace; 

    Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

    Call for songs of loudest praise. 

    Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

    Sung by flaming tongues above; 

    Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it-

    Mount of Thy redeeming love.  

2. Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer; 

    Hither by Thy help I've come; 

    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, 

    Safely to arrive at home. 

    Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

    Wand'ring from the fold of God; 

    He, to rescue me from danger, 

    Interposed His precious blood.  

3. O to grace how great a debtor 

    Daily I'm constrained to be! 

    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, 

    Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee: 

    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 

    Prone to leave the God I love; 

    Here's my heart, O take and seal it; 

    Seal it for Thy courts above.