686. Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove.

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
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,
Wand'ring 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 that grace now, 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, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

4 Oh, that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in the bloodwashed linen,
How I'll sing Thy wondrous grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry;
Take my ransom'd soul away;
Send Thine angels soon to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

Text Information
First Line: Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson, 1735-90 (alt. )
Meter: 87 87 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2006
Scripture: ; ; ;
Topic: Beginning of Service
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Meter: 87 87 D
Key: D Major
Source: Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, Harrisburg, 1813



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