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Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

NETTLETON · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music John Wyeth

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing to strained fold flesh the sing Thy from con Thy ly to of and love shall y ing re my see I’m from leased heart face; be! God; sin, grace; day grace sought I Fount that to sus how me shall of ing O 3. Je 2. Sorr’w 1. Come, 4. Thou when 5. O sin debt stran spir bless I Dail Wand’r Till Tune ning, or ger, it, ing, ev freed great when be a from a in ery of heart pre I’ll His loud Thy es ing est eign to cious be sover I’ll my ter Thy for sing wand’r posed prais songs grace; Thee. blood; gin; praise. then good res what mer ed Thy to ness, cue I cy, from of in Cloth Let He, Yet Streams lin fet dan her ceas How Bind In Here Call en ter, ger, it, ing, nev blood like me do washed a er in from Sung ing great can the somed Here Mor a I er I’ve a soul God nev help tongues by my to tal by Prone Take ran leave tongue Thy flam bove. way; love; tell, come; Lord, wan kind raise some no der, ness my me my to His I me Come, Prone How Here Teach tar ry, it, me zer; net, er I pur en feel dious long Lord, yet Eb lo sues e son rive claim deem courts end of Thy pro ar re at less a it ing Thy to to it can ly of realms for not day. bove. well. home. love. mount! an heart, flesh, hope, gels O till by I’m thine my in I the Send Here’s Clothed And Praise car seal loose plea Me Seal I Safe Mount on ry it, me sure, it, take now death Thy fixed to and shall good up Robert Robinson, 1758 NETTLETON 8.7.8.7.D John Wyeth, 1813

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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