COME, THOU FOUNT
1. Come, Thou Fount
of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to
sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy,
never ceasing,
Call for songs of
loudest praise.
2. Jesus sought me
when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the
fold of God;
He to save my soul
from danger,
Interposed His
precious blood.
3. Oh to grace how
great a debtor
Daily I'm
constrained to be!
Let that grace,
Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring
heart to Thee.
4. Prone to wander,
Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the
God I love;
Take my heart, Oh,
take and seal it
With Thy Spirit
from above.
5. Rescued thus
from sin and danger,
Purchased by the
Saviour's blood,
May I walk on earth
a stranger,
As a son and heir
of God.
6. Here I raise
mine Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help
I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy
good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at
home.
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