Come, thou fount

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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 God’s unchanging love.

2.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
hither by thy help I’m come,
and I hope by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God.
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed His precious blood;

3.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wandering 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.

#521 in Hymnal: A Worship Book

Words: Robert Robinson, 1758, A Collection of Hymns, 1759
Tune: American folk melody, J. Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813

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