1 Come, thou Fount of ev'ry 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 raise mine 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,
Wand'ring 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 grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
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First Line: | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing |
Title: | Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing |
Author: | Robert Robinson, 1735-1790 |
Meter: | 8 7 8 7 D |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2012 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | Blessing; Commitment; Grâce(9 more...) |
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Name: | NETTLETON |
Meter: | 8 7 8 7 D |
Key: | D Major |
Source: | Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, 1813 |