782. Come, Thou Fount of Ev'ry 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 the mount - I'm fixed upon it -
mount of God's redeeming 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,
wand'ring from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
bought me with 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, 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 Ev'ry Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1758)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1995
Scripture: ; ; ; ;
Topic: Reconciliation; Love for God; Redemption of humankind (1 more...)
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Composer: John Wyeth (1812)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
Key: E♭ Major



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