Text: | New Year's Day |
Author: | Robinson |
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!—O fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging 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 save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.
3 O! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, thou fount of every blessing |
Title: | New Year's Day |
Author: | Robinson |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Miscellaneous Hymns for Sundry Occasions |