International Song Service ‎#154

154. 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 raise my 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, as 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: Robert Robinson
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895

Tune Information

• Name: COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING
• Composer: Dr. Nettleton
• Key: E♭ Major