Come Thou Fount
Words and music by Robert Robinson · 1758
Key of D · 88 BPM · 3/4 · Grace,Praise · 1 Samuel 7:12
Verse 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.
Verse 2
Sorr'wing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I'll begin;
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.
Verse 3
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well.
Verse 4
O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring 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.
Verse 5
O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothèd then in blood washed linen How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.
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