Reformed Press Hymnal ‎#94

94. Come, Thou Fount

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'll 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 constrain'd to be!
Let Thy goodness, 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!

Text Information

• First Line: Come, Thou fount of ev'ry blessing
• Title: Come, Thou Fount
• Author: Robert Robinson
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1934

Tune Information

• Name: [Come, Thou fount of ev'ry blessing]
• Composer: John Wyeth
• Key: E♭ Major