Common Tune

Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

HYMN TO JOY · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music Ludwig van Beethoven

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing strained love fold flesh sing from Thy con the I shall y ing re my from see I’m to leased heart face; be! God; sin, grace; ly to of and Thy day grace sought I Fount that to sus ing Thou Dail when how me shall of 3. Je 2. Sorr’w 1. Come, O 5. O 4. sin debt stran spir bless Wand’r Till Tune ning, or ger, it, ing, freed great when be ev from a a in ery sover heart pre I’ll loud be eign to cious est sing wand’r posed prais songs I’ll my ter Thy for His Thy ing es of Thee. grace; blood; gin; praise. then good res what mer ed Thy to from nev of in ness, cue I cy, Let Cloth He, Yet Streams en ter, ger, it, ing, do fet dan her lin How Bind In Here Call ceas blood like me a from er washed in soul God nev help tongues tal a I er I’ve a my to ing great can the somed ran leave tongue Thy flam tell, bove. come; love; way; me my ness der, no Lord, wan kind raise some Eb yet Lord, long lo by my to His I me Come, Prone How Here Teach ry, it, me zer; net, by Take Prone Mor Here Sung tar dious en pur I er feel sues e son end courts claim rive deem at less a it ing realms for not to Thy to it can ly of pro of Thy ar re bove. day. well. home. love. an heart, flesh, hope, mount! thine my in I fixed the gels O till by I’m Send Here’s Clothed And Praise ry it, me sure, it, Thy seal loose plea car Me Seal I Safe Mount now take death on up and shall to good Robert Robinson, 1758 HYMN TO JOY 8.7.8.7.D Ludwig van Beethoven, 1824

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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