The Voice of Praise ‎#270

270. 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.
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,
Wandering 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 wandering 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
• Author: R. Robinson
• Meter: 8s & 7s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  1 Samuel 7:12
• Topic: The Holy Spirit; Fountain of Blessing
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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