Hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1735-1790)
1. Come, Thou Fount of every 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!
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 raise my Ebenezer;
Here there by Thy great help I‵ve come;
And I hope by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Here there by Thy great help I‵ve come;
And I hope by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3. Oh, to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I‵m constrained to be!
Let that goodness like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here‵s my heart, oh, take and seal it!
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Daily I‵m constrained to be!
Let that goodness like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here‵s my heart, oh, take and seal it!
Seal it for Thy courts above.
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