Text: | Come, Thou Fount |
Author: | Robert Robinson |
Tune: | NETTLETON |
Composer (ascribed to): | John Wyeth |
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 Here I find my richest treasure,
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 goodness, 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.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, Thou Fount of every blessing |
Title: | Come, Thou Fount |
Author: | Robert Robinson (1758) |
Meter: | 8. 7. 8. 7. D. |
Publication Date: | 1957 |
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Tune Information | |
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Name: | NETTLETON |
Composer (ascribed to): | John Wyeth (1813) |
Meter: | 8. 7. 8. 7. D. |
Key: | E♭ Major |