Joy to the World ‎#191

191. Fount of Blessing

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'll 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 Oh, 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; oh, take and seal it!
Seal it for thy courts above.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, thou fount of every blessing
• Title: Fount of Blessing
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1879
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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