429. Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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.

Text Information
First Line: Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1758)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 2018
Scripture: ;
Topic: Contentment; God: Faithfulness of; God: Goodness of (7 more...)
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Composer: Asahel Nettleton (1825)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
Key: D Major



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