298. Come, Thou Fount of every 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.

2 Here I raise my 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 O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now, 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; O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1759. a)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: The Christian Life: Prayer, Praise and Thanksgiving
Tune Information
Name: STUTTGART
Meter: 8 7, 8 7
Key: G Major
Source: Adapted from a Melody in Ludwig and Witt's Psalmodia Sacra, Gotha, 1715



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