354. 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 measure,
sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
of my God's unchanging love.

2 Here I make faith's affirmation:
thus far by thy help I've 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 O 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, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Text Information
First Line: Come, thou fount of every blessing
Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1735-1790)
Publication Date: 1998
Meter: 87 87D
Scripture: Psalm 33; Psalm 36:5-12; Psalm 92; Luke 19:1-10; Romans 6:12-23; Romans 7:15-25; Ephesians 2:11-22
Topic: Lent (season); Praise of God; Salvation/Redemption
Tune Information
Name: NETTLETON
Meter: 87 87D
Key: D Major
Source: A Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, Harrisburg, 1813



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