Victory Songs ‎#318

318. Come, Thou Fount.

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 sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it!
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering 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 constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, oh, 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: Geo. Robinson
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920
• Topic: Devotional Songs
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: [Come, Thou Fount of every blessing]
• Composer: John Wyeth
• Key: E♭ Major
• Notes: Public Domain.