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 thy mount!
I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy 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,
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 grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.
|First Line:||Come, Thou Fount of every blessing|
|Title:||Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing|
|Arranger (last stanza setting and choral ending):||Billy Payne|
|Source:||John Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music|
|Copyright:||Arr. © Copyright 2008 Van Ness Press, Inc. (ASCAP) (admin. by LifeWay Worship). All rights reserved.|