618. 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 measure
sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
of my Lord's unchanging love!

2 Here I find my greatest treasure:
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 O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that 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;
take my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it from thy courts above!

Text Information
First Line: Come, thou fount of every blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1735-1790) (alt.)
Meter: 87 87 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2013
Scripture: ;
Topic: Blessing; Future hope; God: in grace and mercy (4 more...)
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Harmonizer: John Wilson (1905-1992)
Meter: 87 87 D
Key: E♭ Major
Source: American folk melody
Copyright: Reproduced by permission of Oxford University Press. All rights reserved.



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