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 God'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 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.
|First Line:||Come, thou fount of every blessing|
|Title:||Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing|
|Author:||Robert Robinson (1758)|
|Topic:||The Way of Salvation: Salvation by Grace; Contentment; God: Faithfulness of(5 more...)|
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|Table of the World||COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING (Gray Psalter Hymnal 486)|
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|Hymns for Hers - SSA||EARLY AMERICAN FOLK HYMNS FOR ORGAN (A Collected Edition)|