Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come Thou Fount

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, fixed upon it—
mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
hither by Thy help I’m come
And I know, by Thy good pleasure,
safely I’ll 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.

O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter,
bind my wan’dring 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.


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