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 thy 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.
|First Line:||Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing|
|Title:||Come, Thou Fount|
|Author:||Robert Robinson, 1735-1790|
|Topic:||Worship of God|
|Composer:||John Wyeth, 1770-1858|
|Arranger:||Norman Johnson, 1928-|
|COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING (Presbyterian Hymnal 356)|
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