Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words, Robert Robinson, 1758. Tune NETTLETON, Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813. *1 Samuel 7:12
First Verse:
Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing they grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise:
Second Verse:
Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon on it, Mount of they redeeming love.
Third Verse:
Here I raise mine Ebenezer*; Hither by thy help to come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home:
Fourth Verse:
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.
Fifth Verse:
O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand’ring heart to thee:
Sixth Verse:
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 for they courts above.
plate 1. The Current River near Eminence, Missouri, once on an April morning.
![Butterflies](comethoufount_pics/butterfly.jpg)
plate 2. Butterflies gather to the pools of water created by an artesian well.
![Artesian Well](comethoufount_pics/artesian-well.jpg)
plate 3. An artesian well near Eminence bubbles over with fresh water.
![Artesian Well](comethoufount_pics/artesianwell-2.jpg)
plate 4. A deep look into the well.