29. 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 thy redeeming love.

2 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,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul 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 wand'ring 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 from Thy courts above.

AMEN.

Text Information
First Line: Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1757)
Meter: 8 7 8 7 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 1999
Topic: Adoration and Praise
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Meter: 8 7 8 7 D
Key: E♭ Major
Source: J. Wyeth's collection, 1812



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