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Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

CONVERSE · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music Charles C. Converse

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing flesh sing Thy con the from to ly to of and Thy fold love strained shall y ing re my heart see I’m from leased face; be! God; sin, grace; day grace sought I Fount that to sus ing Thou of when how me shall Je 2. Sorr’w 1. Come, 3. 5. O 4. O or ger, it, ing, ning, sin debt I Dail Wand’r Till Tune from a a in ery stran freed great when be ev bless spir sover loud I’ll pre heart of Thy ing His es eign to cious be est I’ll my ter Thy for sing wand’r posed prais songs grace; Thee. blood; gin; praise. good res what mer then ed Thy to from of in ness, cue I cy, Let Cloth He, Yet Streams it, ing, ger, lin fet dan her How Bind In Here Call en ter, from in er ceas blood like me do nev a washed help tongues somed the can great ing a I er I’ve a nev soul God my to tal by by ran leave tongue Thy flam way; love; tell, come; bove. Lord, wan kind raise some my to His I me my no der, ness me Come, Prone How Here Teach ry, it, me zer; net, tar Mor Take Prone Here Sung er I pur en dious long Lord, yet Eb lo feel sues e son courts claim rive deem of Thy pro ar less a it at ing end to it can ly of re realms for not to Thy day. bove. well. home. love. an heart, flesh, hope, mount! thine my in I the O gels till by I’m Send Here’s Clothed And Praise ry it, me sure, it, car Mount Me Seal I Safe to and shall good up loose now take death Thy fixed on plea seal Robert Robinson, 1758 CONVERSE 8.7.8.7.D Charles C. Converse, 1874

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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