Ancient and Modern ‎#618

618. Come, thou fount of every blessing

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 measure
sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
of my Lord's unchanging love!

2 Here I find my greatest treasure:
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,
wandering 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 that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
take my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it from thy courts above!

Text Information

• First Line: Come, thou fount of every blessing
• Author: Robert Robinson (1735-1790) (alt.)
• Meter: 87 87 D
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2013
• Scripture:
  2 Corinthians 5:6-17
  ;
  Ephesians 1:3-14
• Topic: Blessing; Future hope; God: in grace and mercy; God: Love of; Music and Song; Praise; Proper 10: Year B

Tune Information

• Name: NETTLETON
• Harmonizer: John Wilson (1905-1992)
• Meter: 87 87 D
• Key: E♭ Major
• Source: American folk melody
• Copyright: Reproduced by permission of Oxford University Press. All rights reserved.