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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words by:
Robert Robinson,
1758
Music by:
Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813
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.
Here I raise mine
Ebenezer1;
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
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 thy grace, Lord 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,
Lord take and seal it
Seal it for thy
courts above.
1 - see
1 Samuel 7:12