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Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

AUSTRIAN HYMN · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music Franz Joseph Haydn

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing sing love strained fold flesh ly to of and Thy shall y ing re my Thy con the from to see I’m from leased heart face; be! God; sin, grace; day grace sought I Fount that to sus ing Thou me when how shall of 3. Je 2. Sorr’w 1. Come, O 5. O 4. debt stran spir bless I Dail Wand’r Till Tune sin ning, or ger, it, ing, freed great when be ev from a ery in a ing Thy His es of sover heart pre I’ll loud for Thy How Bind In Here Call songs est sing wand’r posed prais I’ll my ter praise. gin; eign to cious be grace; Thee. blood; ed Thy to from of in ness, cue I cy, then good res what mer Cloth Let He, Yet Streams lin fet dan ceas her en ter, ger, it, ing, nev do me like blood washed a from in er the ing great can somed Take tongues help nev God soul my by by tal to flam Thy tongue leave ran a I’ve er I a bove. come; tell, love; way; me kind wan Lord, my lo Eb yet Lord, long Prone ness der, no raise me I His to my some Teach Here How Prone Come, son e sues feel tar Sung Here Mor net, zer; me it, ry, er I pur en dious a ly ing at end courts it claim rive deem Thy to not for realms can it to of re ar pro Thy love. home. well. bove. day. less I’m by till mount! O hope, flesh, heart, an Thy death take now fixed of gels Praise in the I my thine Send Here’s Clothed And me it, ry sure, it, Me Seal I Safe Mount up to and shall good car seal loose plea on Robert Robinson, 1758 AUSTRIAN HYMN 8.7.8.7.D Franz Joseph Haydn, 1797

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.Sorr’wing 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.

3.Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring 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.

4.O 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.

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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