Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing (AYM 51)

AYM 51 Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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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;

Here by thy great 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

Oh that day when freed from sinning

I shall see thy lovely face

Clothed there in blood washed linen

How I'll sing thy sovereign grace

Come my lord no longer tell me

Take my ransomed soul away

Send thine angels now to carry

Me to realms of endless days.

4

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.

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