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.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious Blood.
4 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.
5 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 from Thy courts above.
|First Line:||Come, Thou Fount of every blessing|
|Author (attributed to):||Robert Robinson (1758, a.)|
|Topic:||Worship: General Petitions; Advent, Third Sunday; Sundays in Lent(1 more...)|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #61 or #532|
|Notes:||Source from index: "Gnadauer chor. B." 1785. Har. W. H. Monk|
|Called to Gather as God's People/Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing||SINGING MEN||Hymns for Hers - SSA||COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING (Gray Psalter Hymnal 486)|
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