449. 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.
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.

Text Information
First Line: Come, thou Fount of every blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson
Publication Date: 1985
Meter: 8.7.8.7 D
Scripture: Luke 15:22; Luke 15:20; 1 Samuel 7:12; Matthew 18:12; 2 Timothy 2:19
Topic: Faith and Aspiration
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Meter: 8.7.8.7 D
Key: E♭ Major
Source: American folk hymn



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