30. 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.

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.

Text Information
First Line: Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Author (attributed to): Robert Robinson (1758, a.)
Publication Date: 1868
Meter: 8, 7.
Topic: Worship: General Petitions; Advent, Third Sunday; Sundays in Lent (1 more...)
Notes: Alternate tune #61 or #532
Tune Information
Meter: 8, 7.
Key: E♭ Major
Notes: Source from index: "Gnadauer chor. B." 1785. Har. W. H. Monk

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