Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
VERSE 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.
VERSE 2
Sorrowing
I shall be in spirit,
Till
released from flesh and sin,
Yet from
what I do inherit,
Here Thy
praises I’ll begin;
Here I
raise my Ebenezer;
Here by
Thy great help I’ve come;
And I
hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely
to arrive at home.
VERSE 3
Jesus
sought me when a stranger,
Wandering
from the fold of God;
He, to
rescue me from danger,
Interposed
His precious blood;
How His
kindness yet pursues me
Mortal
tongue can never tell,
Clothed
in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot
proclaim it well.
VERSE 4
O to
grace how great a debtor
Daily
I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy
goodness, 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.
VERSE 5
O that
day when freed from sinning,
I shall
see Thy lovely face;
Clothed
then in blood washed linen
How I’ll
sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my
Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my
ransomed soul away;
Send
thine angels now to carry
Me to
realms of endless day.
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