Voices Together ‎#563

563. Come, Thou Fount

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 fixed upon it,
mount of God’s unchanging love.

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.
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 that grace now, 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, thou fount of ev’ry blessing
• Title: Come, Thou Fount
• Author: Robert Robinson (1758)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7 D
• Publication Date: 2020
• Scripture:
  1 Samuel 7:12
  ;
  Psalm 36:5-10
  ;
  Luke 15:1-7
  ;
  Acts 2:1-4
• Topic: Atonement; Baptism; Children: Appropriate for; Grace; Pentecost; Praise; Praying: Gratitude
• Source: A Collection of Hymns [. . .], 1759

Tune Information

• Name: NETTLETON
• Meter: 8.7.8.7 D
• Key: D Major
• Source: American traditional (USA), in John Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813