Common Tune

Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

IN BABILONE · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music Traditional Dutch

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

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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