77. 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 sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! O fix me on it,
Mount of God's redeeming love.

2 Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I'm 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 save my soul 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;
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson, 1735-1790
Meter: 87.87.D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 2011
Scripture:
Topic: God the Father: Love and Mercy; Opening; Peace
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Meter: 87.87.D.
Key: E♭ Major
Source: American Folk Tune; Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813



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