Hallowed Hymns, New and Old ‎#255

255. 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; I'm fixed upon it;
Mount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise my 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 rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh, 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;
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
• Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
• Author: Robert Robinson
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1908
• Topic: Grace; Prayer
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: NETTLETON
• Composer: John Wyeth
• Meter: 8s, 7s, D.
• Key: E♭ Major
• Notes: Public Domain.