708. Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

1 Come, thou Fount of ev'ry 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 his name, I'm fixed upon it,
name of God's redeeming love.

2 Hitherto thy love has blessed me,
thou hast drawn me to this place;
and I know thy hand will lead me
safely home by thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wand'ring from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
bought me with his precious blood.

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, 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, O take and seal it;
seal it for thy courts above.

Text Information
First Line: Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson, 1735-1790 (alt.)
Meter: 87 87 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2021
Scripture: ; ; ;
Topic: Discipleship
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Meter: 87 87 D
Key: D Major
Source: Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, Harrisburg, 1813, ed. John Wyeth
Copyright: Public Domain

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