The Worshipbook ‎#341

341. 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 sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.

2 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, thou fount of every blessing
• Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
• Author: Robert Robinson (1758)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
• Publication Date: 1972
• Scripture:
  1 Samuel 7:12
  ;
  Ephesians 2:7-8
• Topic: Service for the Lord's Day: Opening of Worship

Tune Information

• Name: NETTLETON
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
• Key: E♭ Major
• Source: American folk hymn; Wyeth's A Repository of Sacred Music, 2d part, 1813