Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#16

16. Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing

1 Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

2 Here I find my mine Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've come,
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing
• Meter: 8s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: God: Benefactor; God: Praise to; Goodness of God: praise for; Gratitude: for merices; Mercy of God; Praise: hymns of genearl praise; Thanksgiving: for Providential mercies; Worship: hymns of opening
• Notes: Author from index: Robinson

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