Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words: Robert Robinson, Methodist pastor, at age 22 in the year 1757. Music: John Wyeth Background: on Wikipedia
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.
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, > 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. > 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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