Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace

Hymn written by J. 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.
  1. Here I raise my Ebenezer,
       Higher by Thine 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,
       Interposed His precious blood.
  1. 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, oh take and seal it —
       Seal it from Thy courts above.
  






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