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 measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
of my Lord's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my 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 that 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;
take my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.
|First Line:||Come, thou Fount of every blessing|
|Title:||Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing|
|Topic:||Faith and Aspiration|
|Source:||American folk hymn|
|COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING (Presbyterian Hymnal 356)|
PowerPoint Presentation for Projection
|Lord, Tune Our Hearts||EASY PIANO-ORGAN DUETS||Three Organ Preludes on Hymns of Invocation|