Hymnal and Order of Service ‎#155a

155a. 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 mine 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 Oh, 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; oh! take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
• Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
• Author: Robert Robinson, 1735-1790 (1759 Abridged)
• Meter: 8 7, 8 7.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1901
• Topic: Worship
• Notes: First Tune

Tune Information

• Name: HAR DU MOD ATT FÖLJA JESUS
• Meter: 8 7, 8 7.
• Source: German folk melody