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 his name-- I'm fixed upon it--
name of God's redeeming love.
2 Here I raise to thee an altar,
hither 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,
bought me with 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;
here's my heart, O, take and seal it;
seal it for thy courts above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, thou Fount of every blessing |
Title: | Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing |
Author: | Robert Robinson, 1735-1790 |
Meter: | 8.7.8.7.D. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2015 |
Topic: | Praise to Christ |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | NETTLETON |
Meter: | 8.7.8.7.D. |
Key: | D Major |
Source: | John Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, 1813 |