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 God's unchanging love.
2 Here I make faith's affirmation:
thus far 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 thy goodness, 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 for thy courts above.
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First Line: | Come, thou Fount of every blessing |
Title: | Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing |
Author: | Robert Robinson (1735-1790) (alt.) |
Meter: | 87 87D |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1998 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | Lent (season); Praise of God; Salvation/Redemption |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | NETTLETON |
Meter: | 87 87D |
Key: | D Major |
Source: | A Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, Harrisburg, 1813 |
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Audio recording: | Piano Harmony (auto-generated) |