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.