Text: | Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing |
Author: | Robert Robinson, 1735-1790 |
Tune: | HAR DU MOD ATT FÖLJA JESUS |
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.
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.
3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
4 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love,
Here's my heart; oh! take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, Thou Fount of every blessing |
Title: | Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing |
Author: | Robert Robinson, 1735-1790 (1759 Abridged) |
Meter: | 8 7, 8 7. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1901 |
Topic: | Worship |
Notes: | First Tune |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | HAR DU MOD ATT FÖLJA JESUS |
Meter: | 8 7, 8 7. |
Source: | German folk melody |