Common Tune

Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

REX GLORIAE · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music Henry Smart

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing Thy love strained fold flesh sing shall y ing re my con the from to see I’m from leased heart be! God; sin, grace; face; ly to of and Thy grace shall of day me sought I Fount ev when how 4. O 3. Je 2. Sorr’w 1. Come, O that to sus ing Thou 5. sin debt stran spir bless be a a in ery I Dail Wand’r Till Tune from ning, or ger, it, ing, freed great when loud I’ll pre heart sover of es Thy ing His eign to cious be est I’ll my ter Thy for songs prais posed wand’r sing gin; praise. blood; Thee. grace; then good res what mer blood nev do me like ed in ness, cue I cy, Thy to from of Cloth Let He, Yet Streams ing, it, ger, ter, en lin fet dan her ceas In How Bind Here Call in er from washed a a somed the can great ing soul God nev help tongues by my to tal by ran leave tongue Thy flam bove. way; love; tell, come; a I er I’ve kind raise some wan my to His I me ness no der, my me Lord, Come, Prone How Here Teach tar feel sues e son Take Prone Mor Here Sung ry, it, me zer; net, long Lord, yet Eb lo en pur dious I er deem courts of Thy pro ar re rive end claim Me Seal I Safe Mount realms for not to Thy to it can ly of day. bove. well. home. love. less a it at ing an I’m heart, flesh, hope, mount! now take death Thy fixed gels O till by Praise Send Here’s Clothed And thine my in I the car seal loose plea on ry it, me sure, it, to and shall good up Robert Robinson, 1758 REX GLORIAE 8.7.8.7.D Henry Smart, 1869

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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