A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors (11th ed.) CI. Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing

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CI. Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing

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1 Come, thou Fount of ev'ry 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 fix'd 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,
Interpos'd with precious blood!

3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd 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!