Favorite Hymns of Praise ‎#17

17. Come, Thou Fount

1 Come, Thou Fount of eve'y 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 Here I raise mine 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,
Wand'ring 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 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing
• Title: Come, Thou Fount
• Author: Robert Robinson
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1967
• Topic: God: Love and Mercy

Tune Information

• Name: [Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing]
• Composer: John Wyeth
• Key: E♭ Major